As I sat in the dining room chair, I took a moment to digest what was in front of me. This is mostly because of the powerful, masculine scent of Stark, which flooded my senses. Shaking my head, I unwillingly grabbed for the handout for the file of papers on the table, which had words printed on it, and looked at it suspiciously. Stark scoffed beside me, and I frowned at him. "It won't bite, you know?" He says, pointing to the paperwork in my hand. I roll my eyes, ignoring him, and cast a peek across the table at Lorena, his mother, who appears to be rather concerned. "Honey, you don't need to do this right now. You might just wait till your father returns, and then we'll finish everything in his presence." She says, and I watch her bite her lower lip while avoiding meeting my gaze. Stark shrugged and leaned forward in his seat, his hands clasped together on the table. "It has to be done regardless." He says, tilting his head sideways to face me. I quickly move my gaze away from
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