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88 : What He Wants To Eat

VERENA

“Alright. Let him in,” I say and get up from the bed.

The moment I push open the foyer door, his musky, citrusy scent hits me. It sends a jolt straight to my stomach. He’s already turned, his broad, powerful frame filling the doorway. As our eyes meet, my breath catches in my throat.

“I didn’t expect you to come today,” I say as I stand before him.

He stares at me for a few seconds before he pulls out his phone and shows it to me. “I sent you so many messages last night. Twenty missed calls. Your phone was switched off,” he says, his tone showing his anger.

Worry washes over his face before it's quickly replaced with a mask of annoyance. He holds up his phone, the screen showing his call log. “I tried calling you all night,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “Fifty messages. Your phone was off?” he asks, glaring at me. “I was so fucking worried, Rena. That’s why I came here to see if you aren’t doing anything reckless by yourself.”

I purse my lips. “The battery died so I couldn’t
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