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She lets out a cry of pleasure, while he licks and sucks, moving his fingers into her wet …. “Urgh!” I groan and close my eyes. Every single frickin time it’s the same. I can’t even read a trashy book without thinking of him. It’s not easy hating someone. I press my legs together to dissolve the aching itch that forms between them as I throw the stupid book on the ground. Kiara peeps out of the closet. “Melaena!” She’s using my full name for effect. “Stop reading yourself into a climax!” A pair of jeans hit me in the face before I can react.

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God, the books. I'd already used my employee discount twice. Once on a new romantasy release that had been all over BookTok. Once on a dark mafia romance that promised morally gray antiheroes and enemies-to-lovers tension. The irony wasn't lost on me. Tuesday night, I actually slept through the night for the first time in weeks. No nightmares. No waking up at three a.m. with anxiety clawing at my chest. Progress. Small, fragile progress, but progress nonetheless. Wednesday morning, I woke up almost... not happy, but lighter. Like the weight in my chest had shifted slightly, become more bearable.

Marco asked, and they all turned to me. Oh! Freaking goodness me! These people were out for my life and they definitely will be getting it. I cast them a glance, clearing my throat in the air. “Oh… I… it’s about the book I read in the library. It’s really… really interesting and…” “And erotic.” Vera completed with an arched brow, and I pressed my lips into a thin line, nodding my head gently. “I would love to try it.” Imani squealed beside me while I just forced out a smile.

He didn’t say anything, he just followed. We arrived at the receptionist desk and explained everything, her response just made everything worse. “Our apologies for the inconvenience, but your room was double booked.” “ What do you mean double booked,” I clutched my fist trying to not yell. “ I’m not sure how to explain it, but looks like we had glitch in the system. And if we draw back to who booked it first…he did.” “Okay… okay. Can I book another room please?” I asked, trying to stay calm.

I arch an eyebrow. Cal simply shrugs. “Well, everything in you screams bookworm. You work at a bookstore. It wasn’t that hard to figure that out, you know?” “Yeah, well… whatever. Can we get back to the main topic and the whole purpose of this conversation?” I snap, getting a bit worked up. I hate that I can’t be more composed in front of him. I’m not usually this arrogant, but this guy brings out feelings I didn’t even know I had in the first place.

Pathetic. I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. The smudged tear on the textbook page blurred and swam. Ashton’s cold dismissal, his agreement with Loveth – *We’re not getting anywhere* – echoed louder than any insult she’d thrown. He hadn't defended me. He hadn't even pretended. He’d just… left. Confirming everything Loveth said, everything I feared. I was boring. I was invisible in the worst possible way. A burden. An embarrassment. A weak, shallow-minded omega who couldn’t handle basic conversation, let alone the presence of an alpha like him.

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This time, I was ready for the pain that I didn’t even blink when it started burning. It felt like the times when my father made me hold hot coals so I could grow resistance to them. He was a sick and depraved bastard. The book feels old. The pages are crusty and seconds from falling apart. I bet they only have one more read left in them. And I’ll be glad to offer it.

**** The bookstore is well known throughout Indonesia because of its branches everywhere. Like now, Alsava is rarely interested in Best Seller shelves because they are often deceived by stories that promise to make crying and laughing together. What else is read by millions of people from an authoring platform. It is as if the promotional words on the cover of the book only explain that the contents of the book do not believe that in oneself.