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Did he come all the way here because Riordan bought Maeve power wheels? Was he here to pick a fight? Hell no! Riordan’s breath was cool against my skin like ice mist on a glass as he reached for an apple with one hand, a small smirk creeping at the corner of his mouth. “To have breakfast—” I arched an eyebrow. “—and to fulfill a sick fantasy of mine. To fuck you with my fingers while your douchebag ex-fiance watches,” he smirked against my ears, mortification slipping through my features and desire blooming through my me, sending a tingling sensation into my core.

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

Riordan’s eyes gleamed with hope and stared at Thomas for a long time. To increase Riordan’s confidence in him, Thomas added, “Aside from the identity that I mentioned earlier, I am also the God of War from the west coast, in charge of thousands of troops. I believe I am capable enough to solve your problem.”

But Tanya disagreed, "It's not. Since this video was released, Ryan's been gaining support." "I don't care." "Who released the video?" Jessi asked, separating from Sofia. Tanya whipped out her phone once more, and tapped away on it, "The guy's Twitter handle is R_AlChillDude, and he tagged, quite a few people... Noah Campbell?" "He tagged Noah?" "Yeah, why?" "Go to her page, check if there's any info," Jessi suggested. "Doing that right now and there's nothing relating to the breakup between today and yesterday. Wait..." She left the Twitter app and browsed the breakup news. "Oh my God!"

I stared at the screen in a daze, watching Joel Whitaker, all suited up. My coworker elbowed me and whispered excitedly, "Wow, this guy really went all out! Renting this screen for New Year’s Eve? The price for just half an hour is at least a hundred grand!" “I heard he reserved this spot with the marketing team a month ago. Talk about dedication!”

At some point, it looked like someone threw a punch. My breath caught in my throat. What was he doing there? Why would he go to Ace Group? That was Axel’s company. What could they have together? The comment section was already exploding. “If your product actually launched, maybe you would not be harassing other companies” “This man is unstable” “This was bad” I said to myself leaving into the chair Rickon under fire for a failed launch was one thing but his showing up at Axel’s company and causing what the internet now calls a nuisance was another.