Lucia’s POV I didn’t flinch. Not when Harry’s face twisted in disbelief. Not when his voice, pathetic and naked like the rest of him, cracked with pleading.“Lucia, please, you can’t be serious. I am practically naked here!”I pressed a button on my side of the car, and the door opened wide, and hissed, “Get fuck out. Now or I will scream for help.”“You are joking, right?” Harry asked, hoping I was joking.I glared at him, “Do I look like I am joking? Get out now!” I yelled.He got frightened and stepped out reluctantly, barefoot on hot pavement, wearing nothing but his briefs and that same manipulative charm he used to wear like cologne. Passersby began to slow down. A couple of teens snickered. A woman with a stroller looked horrified. I didn’t care, I shut the door immediately.“Come on, Lu,” he begged, shielding himself with one hand. “Don’t do this. Just give me my clothes.”I stared at him—this man, this bastard—and laughed, cold and sharp. “You want your clothes?” I leaned ou
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