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Catching her offguard

Tom's POV

The phone rang for fucking ages. I didn't know how long I stood there before Eve, dialing the damned number on the card. The fucker who owned the number didn't pick the call.

My forehead furrowed in a frown. I glanced at Eve who remained in the ground shaking like she had epilepsy or some shit. There was a nasty purple bruise on the side of her face.

This was what she got for pissing me off. I had planned good things for us! I had planned to spend the day in her damned arms before she went ahead and pulled that shit on me.

Cheat on me? Fucking ridiculous. I was going to find the bastard she had gone frolicking around with and I was going to snap his arms off.

"Tom,... Please," She protested weakly, stretching her hands towards me.

I slapped her hands away from me. After I was done with the bastard she went off to, I'd deal with her as well. Whichever came first.

The call dropped when no one responded. Antsy, I dialed it again. Why the hell was the jackass not pick
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