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EVA'S ANGEL

Auteur: O.A PRESHY
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ISABELLA P.O.V

“Wait a minute…you mean that bitch kissed Drake?!” Camille yelled, fuming and gnashing her teeth.

“Woah, woah, Camille, take a deep breath.. in and out. You look like you might kill someone,” I chuckled, amazed at how overprotective Camille could be of me.

“Tell me you dealt with her,” her gaze bored into mine.

“I did.” She let out a deep sigh, then grinned.

“That bitch is lucky I wasn’t there. She would have gone bald,” she chuckled, her fist balling into a firm blow.

“And where’s Mr. Houston? I haven’t seen him around,” Camille asked, looking around.

“Probably working. I don’t know. I’m still mad at him,” I rolled my eyes nonchalantly.

“Are you crazy?!” Camille asked sharply.

“Why?” I raised my brows, confused by her sudden outburst.

“What do you mean why? You’re literally fighting with Drake when you know he’s not at fault!” She threw her hands in the air for emphasis.

“His offense is that he let her into his office in the first place,” I said, placing my h
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Sorry guys that this chapter look tacky, was tired and stress writing this chapter but I gat to put it out there for you my readers, love you.

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