In the thirteen years Mirena had known Alexander, there was one undeniable truth she’d learned early on and had never once seen disproven.Alexander Peirce did not give things up.Not seats, not positions, not opportunities and sure as hell, not victories.Not even the smallest, most insignificant things.Back in college, during their first year, when the cafeteria was packed and only one seat remained—by the window, his favorite—Alexander had gotten there first. She’d arrived barely a second later, tray in hand, exhausted from back-to-back lectures and the kind of skin burning irritation that came with cramps.Anyone else would have shrugged, maybe offered to share the table, maybe even stood up.Alexander hadn’t.He’d simply looked at her, calmly taken a sip of his drink, and said, “First come, first serve.”She’d hated him for it.During competitions, it was worse. If there was a single slot left, he took it. If there was one chance to present first, he claimed it. If there was one
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