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Chapter Twenty Eight: Jealousy Is A Word For Other Men

Author: Lia Voss
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Alessandro

I was not jealous.

I told myself this at seven in the evening when I sat down to review the port contracts.

I told myself again at eight when I stood up without finishing them.

I told myself a third time at nine when I snapped at Enzo for knocking too loudly on my study door, and he looked at me with the expression of a man who had worked for me for eight years and had never once seen me snap at a knock.

"Get out," I said.

He got out.

I sat behind my desk.

I was not jealous. I was ir
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