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JEAN

I stood right where Mike had left me. I was beyond angry that he was giving me attitude. How dare he leave me this way without kissing me? I was getting tired of his nonsense, and I wasn’t sure I would be able to take any of his nonsense anymore.

I looked at the side of his room, and saw a blue pantie resting at the wall. Maya. It was surely hers, there was no argument on this. The idiot still had one of her undies lying carelessly around.

I almost slammed the wall in mob rage, but held back. How dare he do this? How could he have something that belongs to her around here after all she had done to him.

I took a deep breath, trying to school my temper but it was getting increasingly difficult to achieve. I couldn’t deny that this was getting out of hand, and no matter how I tried to curtail the issue, it was slowly blowing out of proportion.

“What did you give my mate, Maya?” I asked the empty room.

Whatever it was. I’m going to make sure that I purge it out of him. H