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Chapter 94

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Four's POV.

“I feel no attraction for her,”

“I feel nothing for her.”

“She's got enough to worry about, I'm not about to insert myself in one of those situations.”

Words. Words. Words.

They crowded my thoughts, messed with the actual things that worked me up. Words!

I reached for the new shipment in the back of my car. One of the men from the warehouse approached with a bigger box.

“Will this fit?” He questioned, his voice echoed through the underground parking lot where we always met.

I ass
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