She bet this was the real reason Lizetta’s hell–bent on getting a divorce. The olddy still can’t believe


    Remington would do something so ridiculous.


    Gotta hustle to get to the bottom of this and keep these lovebirds from splitting for real.


    In no time at all, Lizetta wrapped up herst gig before heading abroad; she finished her stint as the


    choreographer for the boy band’s sizzling routines.


    “Hey, cutie, let’s hit the town tonight to celebrate our new album drop!”


    “Yeah, I wanna buy Liz a drink too.”


    “Back off! Is it your turn to treat Liz? Get in line!”


    “Why should I be behind you, huh? Not cool, I challenge that!”


    After leaving the dance studio, Lizetta was followed out by a bunch of the band members. The


    youngest was only seventeen, the oldest barely twenty–one. These idol trainees, each with their own


    killer looks and charm, had the power to whip fans into a frenzy and that youthful cockiness to boot.


    When Lizetta first took on the role of their choreographer, she faced all sorts of skepticism and


    nitpicking.


    But after bonding over the past twenty–plus days, she had won them over with her skills and already


    be their friend, someone they knew well.


    Hamilton, being thest one to leave the studio, saw Lizetta surrounded by a pack of young hotties; he


    stepped up with a cool face, and pulled two kids aside to stand protectively in front of her.


    “Enough already. We’re hitting the studio for real tomorrow. You think now’s the time to booze up? Stay


    sharp, we’ve got more practice tonight!”


    Hamilton, being the leader, had that natural–born authority about him.


    The guys toned it down, and said their goodbyes to Lizetta, promising to keep in touch; then they left


    with their arms around each other, joking andughing.


    Once they were gone, Hamilton tilted his head and looked at Lizetta, clearly unimpressed.


    “Kids these days, so flighty, they’re all about stirring things up, feeding girls lines, but not much of it’s


    for real! If they bug you, just block ‘em, easy peasy. Work’s done, right, cutie?”


    Lizetta raised an eyebrow at him and nodded, “You’re right, so I guess I’ll block you too.”


    “No way, I’m not like them!” Hamilton was quick to protest.


    Lizetta chuckled, “How are you any different?”


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    “I’m your die–hard fan, for starters! We didn’t meet through work; it’s different. If you block me, I’ll go on


    Twitter and make a scene, begging my fans for a judgment call.”


    Lizettaughed at his faux desperation, “Alright, I’m off to settle ounts and then I’m out of here.”


    Feeling pretty exhausted, she just wanted to head to the finance department to get her pay sorted out.


    Then, it was off to catch up on some much–needed sleep..


    “I’ll walk you,” said Hamilton.


    Lizetta declined, “Didn’t you just say it’s not time to rx? As the leader, you should be all the more


    exemry. I’m off, good luck!”


    Waving at Hamilton, she left without looking back.


    Hamilton watched her easy departure, clicking his tongue, “Ice cold, my idol.”


    He’d been pursuing her on the down–low for nearly a month with zero progress.


    It was enough to make him start doubting himself.


    Little did Lizetta know of Hamilton’s frustration. In her eyes, he was just another fickle and yful


    younger brother.


    After settling her finances and checking her bank ount on the way home, she felt incredibly relieved.


    Three million in the bag, all through her own effort.


    Feeling exhaustion wash over her like a tide, she slumped against the car window, drifting off to sleep


    with her phone in hand.


    The next day, she woke up refreshed, ate breakfast, grabbed her bag, and headed out.


    In the car, she shot a message to Remington.