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2024-10-29 19:42:56Zoey's POV
I can't believe Xavier is the seductive stranger who has haunted my dreams for years! I can't believe I was so close to sleeping with him.
I'm curious to know if he figured it out as well. But I have my doubts. He would have said something by now if he had.
But what if he doesn't—
I let out a silent scream in one of the bed's large pillows, halting my train of thought.
I slowly sit upright and stare around the dull room. One more second here and I'll go insane! I should go over to CJ's for some fresh air and a change of scenery. It'll be nice to see Mr. Singh and the rest of the staff again. I did promise them I w
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