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Chapter 8: Life Again

last update publish date: 2026-03-11 17:12:13
I’m naked inside the robe. Zayn had undressed me last night while I was… Nope! I don't wanna imagine that. My brain wants to explode. I grab my phone and sprint for the door before he wakes. I don't know if I can face him.

I don’t want to see him again. Not today. Not ever. Especially not with that smug, infuriatingly self-controlled, impossibly beautiful face.

The deal is off. I can’t even blame him for whatever happened. The only person I blame is me—blindly trusting a stranger. I punch El
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