CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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I sat alone at a sophisticated five-star restaurant, my patience growing thin as the minutes crawled by. Having arrived half an hour early, I dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, my sharp green eyes scanning the entrance with anticipation. Mirage was late, a predictable move, but I knew the show had just begun.

Finally, Mirage strolled in, a stunning sight with her vibrant red hair trailing down her back. Her presence exuded confidence, bordering on arrogance, and I had to admit, she knew how to command attention. She was dressed in a short, strapless red gown that defined her curves, flaunting her charm and charisma with each graceful step.

As she approached, I rose from my seat, putting on the front that was necessary for a meeting like this. Her ego demanded a display of public affection. I embraced her, the clinking of cutlery and murmurs of fellow diners providing the soundtrack for her late entrance. Mirage pulled me in for a kiss, her voice a sultry whisper, reminiscin