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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

“We need to talk Jessie, please.” He begged, but talk about what?

“Talk? About what?” 

“Let’s get coffee,” he suggested.

“No, I’m not having any conversation with you. Now if you please excuse me, I have things to do.” I said as I tried to walk past him but he held my hand.

“Let me go Clinton,” I struggled.

“No!”

“Clint stop!” I yelled and he pinned me against the door, his face staring at mine.

“So you still remember me?” He spoke his eyes looking into mine. I felt my knees go weak for him, I bit my inner cheeks hoping to wake me up but it didn’t, defeated I closed my eyes.

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