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THIRTY FOUR

Derek

I led the object of my ire and frustration to the guest bedroom not far from my mother’s room. She was here to take care of her after all - therefore she shouldn’t be staying too far.

“Clean up the room for her,”

I ordered the maid which was nearby, and the maid bowed. Then I turned around and walked off, not wanting to say any more words to Alisha.

Just having her near me caused me a strange sort of feeli mg that I didn’t like. I hated it; hated being near her.

With a sigh I entered my study and shut the door firmly behind me.

I had work to do - work I had been avoiding since I barely stayed at home yesterday. Not as well get it done now.

I worked through the paperwork all through the rest of the morning.

And in each second I tried to focus through the work, there would be the image of her face, of her eyes and beautiful figure.

It was only when a knock came on the door that I raised my head, my thoughts full of conflicting and turbulent emotions.

“Enter,” I ordered, and
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