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Nerthus
I’m so angry at him that I’m set on giving Owen the last piece of me nobody ever had.
I don’t care if I’m doing it out of spite, I just need him to be out of my system.
“So, here we are.” Owen smiles at me as he parks his car in front of my alibi building.
“Home sweet home.” I chuckle as I turn my body towards him. “Would you like to come upstairs?”
He grimaces shortly before he moves his head away from me.
Oh, no!
“I’d love to, Aria.” He says as he looks back at me like the boy with the tuba who is about to break up with the girl from the math club.
Because he talked to the quarterback about her!
That fucker!
“I’d really, really love to.”
I force a chuckle as my throat dries out. “So, why don’t you then?”
“We still
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