VictoriaI was pouring myself a glass of wine when the knock came on my door.It was loud, insistent, and annoying exactly the way Marcus always knocked.I sighed, already knowing who it was. I set the glass down and walked to the door, still wearing the silk robe I’d put on after my shower.When I opened it, Marcus stood there looking disheveled but strangely confident, his eyes bright with whatever stupid idea he had cooked up this time.“Oh, give it a rest, Marcus,” I said, leaning against the doorframe. “I said I’m not interested. What part of that don’t you get?”He didn’t look hurt like usual. Instead, he smirked and pushed past me into the apartment without waiting for an invitation.“You’re going to be interested when you hear what I have to say,” he replied, walking confidently into my living room and dropping himself onto the couch like he still owned the place.I closed the door behind him and crossed my arms, watching him with pure irritation.“Really? You
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