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Isis’ chest rose and fell in heavy breaths. What Omarion just uttered haunted a deep spot in her heart that she was even more pissed off. “How dare you try to turn the tables?” Isis yelled. She had completely dropped any helm of respect for Omarion. The young man rose to his feet and walked closer to Isis. Her hands formed into a fist as if she would dare to punch him if she ever had the chance to do so. Omarion drew a halt right in front of her face. He could see the centre of her head. He was almost twice her height. Omarion let a wicked chuckle.

“Step back!”

“I’m not stepping back!”

“Step back and leave me the hell alone!”

“Why the hell should I step back, huh? Have you lost it?” Omarion overshadowed her voice. All Isis could do was fume in silence. “I have nothing to do with what happened”, Omarion repeated. “That’s a blatant lie!” Isis replied. “How do you know it is one?” Omarion asked. “It is written all over your face. I know you told James about this” Isis replied. She wasn’
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