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Chapter 19: Dream of me
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I gaped at the four words like they are lion's teeth out to bite me. Dream of him, I scoffed in disbelief in my mind. It's more like nightmares if you ask me. Before I could think through my actions, my fingers were flying over the buttons of my phone in reply. "You in my dreams would be the equivalent of having monsters in my dream and where I come from those are called nightmares." I stared at my phone screen as the three dots moved, letting me know that he was typing. I ignored the anticipation I felt inside at the thought of his response. I told myself that I was just putting him in his place. After this one, I will ignore him. I didn't. His response grew more annoying as the night went by. It was so annoying that I couldn't help but reply, and by the time I knew what was happening, the night was far spent, and I spent it chatting with a man I didn't like. The next morning, I woke up a little grumpy, and it was all his fault. I hissed as his thoughts were the first thing to hi
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Lost in my tears and misery, I didn't hear the door open, nor the footsteps as they made their way to me until I felt a hand surrounding me. I was so in ned of contact that I surrendered to the hand. Their familiarity beckoning for me to seek refuge in them. He held me without saying a word until my tears dried up. When I was done and looked to see who had me in his arms. I wasn't surprised to see Tim. His perfume announced him. I gently extricated myself from his grip, and he didn't argue. He straightened up and moved around to the other side of the table, his hands inside his pockets. He had a very uncomfortable look on his face, and he wasn't looking at me directly. I was a little surprise that he wasn't asking why I was crying or making some snide remark about my unprofessionalism. "What are you doing here?" I asked after I got my face in order. I felt a little embarrassed that he saw me this way. I watched him curiously as he fidgeted on his feet. This was so unlike him. A ma
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