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MATES ARE MYTHS.

I recall him kissing me lavishly a week ago right and he was more handsome than I thought he was, not like I have not seen him before, but he looks more confident and attractive.

"I know Mr. Nosy. Stone. Face." Jeremy rolled his eyes and jumped down the table and strolled up to me.

"How was your day, Sleeping Beauty?" He came closer to me and sniffed my face.

My cheeks were getting flushed. His scent was breathtaking and incredible.

Why was he asking me that, of course, my day, or rather my sleep, isn't a good one? Does he think I'm happy being here?

I just want to get out of here and go back to my normal freaking life.

I don't want a mate.

Mates are myths and filled with the stupidest stuff in their heads with no brains; I hate them so much.

They are never loyal nor faithful but think of themselves and the fun they are going to have, forgetting that we are at a low point here and don't give a fuck about us; who cares anyway?

I don't want one and so shall it be; I don't giv
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