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CHAPTER 8

He doesn't have the decency to ask if he can come inside. He just walks past me like he owns the entire place, leaving me at the doorstep. 

I feel the adrenaline surging through me and I am literally shaking with rage. 

My fists clenching and unclenching, so ready to punch something. My nostrils are flaring, my breaths rapid and my jaw is so set.

I am trying really hard to bridle my temper right now and believe me, it is taking every ounce of myself control. 

I just want to pounce on his neck and choke the life out of him. I am so fucking tempted and I am afraid if I turn to look at him I won't have it in me to stop.

Where in hell did he get the audacity to show up in my hotel room even after the pain that he has caused me?

Not that it would have changed anything, but he should have at least given me time to heal. 

The wound is still fresh and so

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