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I bit my bottom lips my hands caressing my jaw numerous times as I tried to mellow the rage down ' What am I going to do with this woman? Before coming up with an answer she walked into the elevator. I tried getting to her before the doors closed, but I couldn't. " Damn it " I slammed my fist against the cold metal and turned around making my way to my office ignoring all the aghast faces. Scott came to me soothing my back. " What happened to the apologizing plan? " " She is so damned stubborn. You fucking saw how I tried to apologize " " She is so...." " So stressing "

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As I walked in front of the mirror, my a*s couldn't stop shaking in it. I brushed my air, and Packed it in a ponytail. I wore my floppy slippers and headed out of the room. I got to the living room and I saw Jace was already sitting up the place like he always does. "Give me a minute, and I will be done." He said without looking up and I nodded. "And.. I am done!" He said dusting his hand and his gaze finally landed on me. He couldn't stop

"It was me who didn't have the balls to own up to my shit, and for that I'm sorry." "Don't beat yourself up about it," he smiled, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. "And for the record, none of the stuff you just told me makes me think any differently of you. I still love you, and I'm still willing to wait; as long as there's a chance that you might want me too."

“And don’t forget to call me as soon as you can. I’ll be waiting to hear from you." I nod, a lump forming in my throat. “I will Jenna, I promise." I give her another hug, then I grab my bag and hurry out to my car. I load my bag into the driver’s seat of my old Honda Civic and slide into the driver’s seat. As I turn the key in the ignition, the engine sputters and creaks as it always does. “Come on Betty, don’t give out on me now," I plead as I turn the key again.

The only thing was that it didn’t seem to be as effective now that he was bonded. Usually, he could push these first signs away for a day or two very easily but he was already struggling to fight it off. Perhaps it was the constant closeness of his mate that was making it so hard. It was like his body didn’t understand why it needed to wait when his mate was right there. He wanted to tear his hair out in frustration. Trace had found a farmer with a patch of land that his cows weren’t grazing and was willing to negotiate the use of it for a few days.

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