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EIGHT

AYRA’S POV:

“You sure?” He took one step closer to me and that was it. I was caught as I couldn’t breathe properly after that.

“I was just looking at the interior.” It’s just like you dark-themed. I couldn’t convey my actual thought to him as at that time I was finding it hard to look everywhere but his eyes. His cologne was so strong that it was paralyzing my thoughts but I still managed out to blurt out a lie. His lips curved slightly like a glimpse of a shooting star and then died down instantly as the moment he moved forward I clenched my eyes shut but I soon realized he walked past me to sit on his revolving chair.

Letting out my breath which I didn’t know was stuck was for too long I turned around fidgeting my fingers to find him gesturing me to sit on one of the chairs in front of his table.

Obediently I sat down as I mumbled. “The interior is good.”

There wasn’t any need to say that as it was a useless statement but I wanted to support my lie. I had to find out where his impor
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