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Mercedes Money | Part Ten

Scarlett was right about the truffle fries. They didn’t taste like any fry I’ve ever had, and I’ve ordered sweet potato fries (by mistake of course). If my evening with Scarlett had a theme, it’d be truffle fries: out of my comfort zone yet, inviting. By the end of the meal, my napkin was covered in burger grease and truffle …

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Mercedes Money | Part Nine

Every man in the restaurant eye fucked Scarlett as soon as we approached the hostess’ podium. In unison each man sitting at a table with his wife, took a sip of his whiskey, glanced over at Scarlett and tightened his jaw before swallowing. It was a piece of choreography every married man, who was sick of his nagging wife, learned …