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ONLY THE BEST FOR MY GIRL

Auteur: BDEE
last update Date de publication: 2026-10-19 23:04:23

Chapter 81

"Go get your jacket on," Alex said, tossing me a flirty smile as he backed up, putting some space between us.

"We're going ring shopping."

I froze almost shocking on the word. "Ring shopping? As in... right now? Today?"

"As in right now," Alex replied, strolling back into the living room. "If Kade starts sniffing around, we can't have you walking around town with a bare left hand. We need a rock big enough to blind a man from fifty yards away. Let's move, babe."

Babe.

I hated how ea
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