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"Your room," She repeated, her eyes beginning to tear up just at the thought, hoping it had to be a dysfunction in her ears. "Your room?"

He raised both brows, his face still formal yet challenging, "Yes, my room; you've been there before, haven't you?"

She swallowed hard; of course, she had been there once, the greatest mistake of her life, No, she did love Mia a lot, more than her life, But that night could have been avoided if she stayed in her lane.

Especially when she remembered that that night he gave her a chance to leave, watching her sitting on his bed, his back placed against a wall as he sipped from a glass cup.

So entirely, it wasn't his fault she had been so slutty.

Now she shook her head, "There's no way you can ask me that; remember the rules, Your Excellency."

He began to pull her as he walked toward his room, knowing she wouldn't fight him off so as not to cause a scene; clenching her fingers, she gritted, "Sir, we had a deal; once you touch me, you know it's all over.