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80: In For A Mess

Author: FELZ
last update publish date: 2026-04-24 16:30:40

Elena’s POV

A business trip for one week?!

My hand freezes midway, I don't care about the stashed pasta tumbling down from my spoon and dropping on the table, and wherever the careless twists please.

“We?” The word slips out of me and now that it's out, I don't regret it.

His fine lips curl, eyes find me and he takes pleasure in tormenting me with the piercing gaze. “Yes, dear.” His last word feels like a threat.

“Yes… Yes, sir.” I stutter and let my hand drop.

It slams against the plate and f
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