Xavier’s pov“When do you ever get to act mature?” I snapped, trying to pull on my clothes as I moved closer to him.Tulips remained on the bed, wrapped tightly in the blanket, silent.“I didn’t tell you not to lock your door,” Damien replied with a mocking laugh. “Especially when you know you are going to be fucking your favorite pussy”. “How dare you?” I said, stepping closer, my hand raised in anger. Before I could do anything, he caught my wrist.“Don’t you dare lay a hand on me,” he warned. “Don’t even think about it.”I went quiet.“I wouldn’t have interrupted whatever was going on here,” he continued casually, “if Aunt hadn’t sent me to ask what you wanted for dinner.”He laughed again. “Or do you honestly think I care that you’re in here with my ex fucking her?”“That’s enough of your nonsense,” I said sharply. “Get out. Tell Aunt I’ll let her know what I want myself.”“Oh, okay,” he replied. “But don’t be in such a hurry to chase me away,” he added slowly.I stared at him, i
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