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Attack on Fabiola 1

"Where the hell are you coming from at this time of the night?" Brant raised himself from the wall he was leaning on, almost invisible on her porch. He stepped into the light.

She halted abruptly, she was not expecting anyone to be by her doorstep waiting for her at this time of the night.

"Jeez Brantley, what the fuck are you doing here?" She took a deep breath and asked, as though he did not scare the dead devil out of her ass.

"I came to see you, isn't it obvious?" He asked, taking a step forward towards her. She could see a shallow frown on his forehead.

"Where are you coming from this late?" He asked again.

"You are not my father or husband that I have to answer to you how I spend my time, and you have no damn right to show up at my house any fuck'in time." She ground her teeth, pushed past him and proceeded to open her door.

He stayed silent, observing her with a frown. She smelled different, masculine maybe.

"Whatever it was that carried you here today, it can still wait till
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