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Kate moved to her room, noticing Denzel had still kept her former room. Mia had silently helped her arrange her things.

Not a single word was shared between them after the conversation at the door. And Kate worried.

She watched her as she lifted her luggage over to the wardrobe. Kate eyed her figure. The perfect shape and curves.

She couldn’t swear that Denzel wasn’t fucking her every night. And every day.

The thought made her jealous and suddenly self-conscious of her own body.

She suddenly noticed that she hadn’t sprayed her body before coming and felt out of place in her own room.

Mia, done with her duty, took to the door.

“Thank you.” Kate’s words stopped her before the exit. She turned and offered a sardonic smile. “Of course.”

She brought her back to the bed, stretching her legs. She was too tired to be concerned about Mia’s attitude.

And she was too tense to rest.

The house brought nothing but memories of the one-time encounter she had with Denzel. The mere brush of his skin ag