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Chapter 2.45

Zoey p.o.v

“Marco.” I called harshly, slamming the door after me.

Marco wasn't fazed by my out burst or the deafening sound from the door. He took his sweet time giving me his front profile, and raised an eyebrow at me.

Which pisses me.

“What?” His voice was soft and tonic, but at the same time authoritative.

I pursed my lips into a thin line, I wasn't all that angry anymore. I don't know how it happened, I just found myself less angry. Nonetheless, I still want to throw tantrums.

“Why are they moving my stuff.” I asked, my voice was barely above a whisper. It wasn't as firm as I hoped for.

His gaze lazily swept over my body, causing a familiar sensation to crawl over my skin.

“Zoey.” He called daringly. His says something else while his lips say the opposite.

“I asked them to, is there a problem?” He frowned.

“Yes, there is.” I fired back.

“Oh…. Really? Where is it.” He teased.

“I didn't permit anyone to move my stuff.”

“You don't have to, I did. You are my woman, and you
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