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Chapter Thirty Seven

I'm the moderfuckin fuckin one who calls the shots

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Irina's point of view:

"I am going out tonight." Roman informed me.

It was an afternoon in the hotel, two days after our tour around the street.

"Where are you going?" I asked him with my head on his lap.

"I am going to a club. I wish to take you along but it is too risky since I want to go and take care of some business there, I can't risk taking you there." He told me.

"Everything will be boring if you leave." I pouted.

"You can watch a movie while I am gone." He said.

"No, I don't like watching movies. I can follow you, you know." I tried to convince him.

"No, don't even go there." He scoffed.

"No one will know we came together. We will depart in front of the club and you can hire a bodyguard for me tonight. Please. This will be my first time going to a club. Please." I begged him with my puppy eyes.

"Seriously? Don't give me that look." He said as he looked away.

"Please!" I sat up and pecked him on
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