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Sixty-eight
Anelia didn’t know how but somehow, she had managed to keep up with Dexter’s stamina. He had definitely not lied when he told her that he didn’t want to do cute with her. The other day he had left for one of his business expeditions and left her to keep herself entertained.
She had immediately engaged in a photo-taking spree and simply lazed around, munching
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Anelia dragged her feet over to the bathroom and took a shower. Morning had arrived way too early and she wasn’t feeling too motivated to wake up and do much but Brett was right, she had to be stay strong for Dexter. She wouldn’t be helping herself in any way if she abandoned her health.She stepped out and wiped the large bathroom mirror to look at herself. She looked horrible, to say the least. Her eyes were red and her face bloated from all the crying. The bags underneath her eyes made her want to never show herself to humankind again.She twisted her neck to look at the hickeys that he had peppered over her neck but mostly over her breasts. She touched them and sighed as she dried herself up with little to no energy. “Hey, you aren’t dying in there right?” A shrill voice shouted the question out, consequently banging on the door.
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Her heart beat faster as she stared at the man she cared immensely about looking at her like she was a stranger and she had no business being in his room. “Dexter, what do you mean? What’s wrong?” She reached her hand out to touch his arm but he pulled his hand back.He looked at her with a blank look on his face and scanned her with a etched on his face. “How do you know my name?” He asked her, looking at her a tinge of curiosity and hard, set. A hard, set pair of eyes that she remembered very well back when they first encountered each other.“Why are acting like this? It’s me, Anelia,” she put her hands over her chest and waited for him to recognise her but his scowl deepened. “You know me, Dexter. I...” he didn’t hide how impatient he was getting as he hissed.“Don’t patronise me,” he barked, clearly
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