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"Some pills, perhaps," the woman replied nonchalantly.

That answer made the man lose his breathing rhythm. His concern was replaced by anger. Aaron closed his eyes and took a deep breath, just to keep from shouting all the curses he knew, in all the languages ​​he knew. However, when he spoke again, his calm still seemed to have not returned. "What the fuck? Did you get drugged?"

"Not just me. Anastasia too" she replied.

"Where are you, my angel?" Aaron tried not to get upset, because he knew self-control was his best quality.

"I don't know. Maybe Manhattan? Aaron, I need to shut down. My mind is spiraling," Elena communicated, and then smiled again. That sound would be like classical music to a man's ears, if there weren't large doses of alcohol in the female voice.

"Don't you dare hang up" he threatened, using a tone of voice that would certainly intimidate a sober Elena, but not this drunk Elena.

"You can't force me. In fact, you don't care. You don't even like me" despite be