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11. Craved
Amayra
It freaked me out when I saw Eisha's call. I could tolerate anything but I couldn't tolerate anyone making me feel like a third person, only a medium to satisfy the physical needs. Yes, I was doing the same but he was the only man I messed with. I could at least expect to be treated the same way I treated him.
Therefore, I punched him with full force. My heart burnt with an unknown restlessness that I had never felt. He lifted his face and gaped at me.
"What the hell was that?", he barked, shooting me a strong glare.
"A punch on behalf of your girlfriend for cheating on her", I spat on his face and strived to go.
Nonetheless, his long arms pressed me against the wall again, this time more roughly. His brown eyes gradually turned shady and his cheekbones held up. The air between us seemed to get colder with his sudden changed reaction.
"Then I should punch you too for cheating on me, Amayra", he grumbled.
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