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“What are you doing here again?” He didn’t even try to hide the irritation in his voice.Xerces Miller, the epitome of perfection, was now standing before me, with his ripped six-pack abs in full view. He had just gotten out of the shower, holding a towel and drying his wet hair.“Good morning.” I smiled at him.I didn’t wait for him to invite me in and just went inside on my own.“Get the fuck out of my house.”I ignored him and strode toward the kitchen. “I’m thirsty.”I grabbed a glass and walked over to the fridge. But before I could open it, a hand grabbed my arm and stopped me. I looked at Xerces and met his blazing, angry eyes.“What? Can’t you be generous even for once? It’s not like I’m a stranger to you. Come on.” I wiggled my arm to pull free of his grip. He let go, but the darkness in his expression didn’t fade. “I just want to drink some water.”I opened the fridge and took out a pitcher. I poured myself a glass and drank.“Why? Don’t you have water at your place?”I shoo

“What? Are you embarrassed now that you had to take back what you said?” I asked with a smirk.He glared at me, but it just made me chortle.“Don’t flatter yourself. I am still a man who gets easily aroused, after all.”He ran a hand over his shirt, smoothing the wrinkles I had caused.“Lie to yourself more, babe. It’d actually be more plausible if you didn’t suck on my tongue and play with my lips like a hungry beast just a minute ago.”“Fuck off.”I chuckled. His gaze pierced right through me for a moment.“Do you like me?” he asked.“I do. I wouldn’t do all this if I didn’t,” I answered.He’s handsome, yes, and I admit that I’m somehow attracted to him.He snickered, obviously mocking me. “Too bad; I don’t like you.”“Why?”“‘Cause you’re not my type.”“What’s your type then?” I pressed.“Someone who’s not you.”“I’m pretty and smart. I’m rich too. What do you not like about me?”“Everything.”“I can very much feel your hatred.”“And you’re my brother’s ex,” he added. “I don’t go a

Gavin and I were a perfect match. I was all about flirting and having fun, with no interest in commitment, until he came into my life.He courted me for half a year. He did everything to win my heart and my trust. He always made sure I ate on time. He picked me up and dropped me off from my apartment to school just to make sure I was safe. He also always made time for me, even when we were both busy.He was such a green flag that I became secure he’d never fall out of love or, worse, cheat on me.I was out of sorts all day while working. I was on my way home when I stopped at a mini-mart to buy some alcohol. I wanted to get wasted but didn’t want the overstimulation of a bar.I opened a beer can and drank it while driving. My grip tightened on the can when I remembered the picture Gavin posted in his story earlier.I know I’m stupid for still not getting over him after what he did.I parked in front of my house. I finished the rest of the beer in the can before getting out of the car.

“How about your car?” he asked.“I’m gonna call someone to pick it up.”“Who?”“A friend.”I turned on my phone and messaged Elizabeth to pick up my car and have it repaired. She complained at first, but when I told her I’d pay her, she gave in.“I wanna sleep,” I groaned and rested my head against the car seat.“Where have you been?”I looked at him and grinned. “Why? You curious?” I teased.“In your dreams. I was just asking.”“I was at my family’s house.”“Now it makes sense why you’re dressed like that.” He gave my body a quick once-over.“Do I look sexy?”I was still in my shorts and a fitted shirt. I was so annoyed earlier that changing didn’t even cross my mind—much less expecting a flat tire on my way home.He didn’t answer.“Do you find me pretty?” I asked after a moment of silence.My sister claimed she was prettier and sexier than me, whic

I entered the restaurant full of confidence. I removed my shades and roamed my eyes around. This is the main branch of one of Xerces’ restaurants. A hostess approached me and asked, “Reservation under whose name, ma’am?” “Ruelle Altagracia.”She excused herself for a moment to verify the reservation, then came back and guided me to my table. I switched my phone on and messaged Xerces. Ruelle: I’m here. Where are you? I want to see you. I sent him a picture showing the place. It was delivered, but he didn’t reply. Later on, I found myself looking for him in the waiter who served my food.“Is the owner of this restaurant here today?”“May I ask why, ma’am?”“I want to talk to him. I’m Ruelle. Please tell him I’m here.”“Do you have any concerns? If you do, I can call the manager so you can speak with him instead.”I held myself back from snapping over all his questions. My patience was runnin