Call Girl
"You look tense, Zephyra. Still recovering from the excitement at the plaza?"
Zephyra’s eyes narrowed into slits, her fingers tapping rhythmically and dangerously against the wood. "Watch your tone, Zendaya. You crossed a line yesterday. What the hell were you doing holding my wife in your arms?"
Zendaya let out a dry, mocking chuckle, crossing her legs. "She was terrified. There were bullets flying everywhere, glass shattering, and she was left vulnerable. I did what any decent person would do—I just reciprocated the hug. Or would you prefer me treating her badly? You are so possessive. She's not your possession, gosh."
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