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ZAVIER

Women and jealousy…

The cold in my veins froze to ice.

Her voice cut through the drumming of blood in my ears. I stood there for what seemed like a moment staring at the three women that were talking in a voice low and smooth.

She looked at me in a way I didn't quite understand, listening to her I could hear her lungs constricted, but I didn’t move a muscle as I stared at her.

"Can we speak in private." She said looking around again. Her heated voice vibrated against my back as her words carried a calmness with a hint of

animosity.

One second, two seconds. I stood there hesitating and not moving from the spot wondering what she wanted to tell me.

My ears rang as the voices around me sank underwater. As her voice replayed in my mind, I thought of how she had reacted after seeing the lady in my penthouse.

Deep down I was having divided feelings about he reaction —When one part of me had been excited, another was still angry about her reaction as numbness flooded through me.

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