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Chapter 28

Author: Feesa
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AARON

“Okay, last question.” Her voice was soft, slurred around the edges like her words had been dipped in wine. “You have to answer me truthfully,” she added, trying to sound commanding.

Adorable. She had no idea how she sounded.

“Ask,” I said, leaning back against the couch, glass of wine half-full, mind half-somewhere else.

She turned toward me, eyes glazed with sleep but still curious. “Why do you have so much cereal in your pantry? And all those sweet things too. You got a sweet tooth or something?”

She wrinkled her nose in suspicion, like she’d caught me in some grand betrayal.

I smirked. “They’re for my sister.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “You… you have a sister?”

“Clearly.” My voice was dry, unimpressed. “You’re blissfully unaware, aren’t you?”

I watched the realization flicker across her face, that she didn’t know a damn thing about me. Thought I was just some cold, corporate asshole with too much money and an ego problem. And yet here she was. On my couch. Barefoot. In my h
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