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CHAPTER 59: Pretty boy

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ETHAN

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate this version of Killan, the obsessed psychopath hiding under the name of Alexander Grey. For the Gala, he made me wear an expensive red tailored suit. It looks sharp, stunning, but it feels like I'm dressed up like a pet. His pet.

While we walk into the Charity gala, all eyes are on us. Alexander's in a black tuxedo that enhances his features and gives him the look of a Greek god. His silver hair isn't slicked back like always, it falls over his brows, taking him years back. He looks younger. Manipulative. Seductive. He makes me hate and want him at the same time.

“Stick with me, smile when I ask you to, and don't speak to anyone unless you're asked to.” Alexander whispers into my ears, his wet lips brushing against it slightly. I have no idea if the action is deliberate, but I shove my arousal aside and shoot him a glance that says ‘what on earth do you take me for?’

“Stop treating me like a pet.” I bite.

“If I say you're one, then you're o
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