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Chapter 38

***LONDON'S POV***

Zane is giving me this really annoying scowl that says I shouldn't play with him. Of course, I know better than to follow with this crazy idea I am pushing through.

"Of-fucking-course not, Zane, I didn't let him touch me," I sigh out.

It was only then that I slipped off him and returned my attention to the TV.

"Let me get your legs," Zane orders.

At first, I gave him this weird look as if to tell him to cut the joke off if he was joking. He clearly wasn't, so, here I was with my legs over this brute of a man's own. To my dismay, he isn't being a prick about it, rather, he is massaging it.

Fucking Vincenzo is rubbing my feet.

In a normal way, I would find this hilarious, but now, it is... Soothing. I start relaxing gently and soon, I am taking over the weight of sleep.

*

Hours had passed and it was now night. I wondered about a lot of things, but specifically about Mike.

I remembered the trousers I had worn last night and discovered that Michael
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