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73

Camille

"I don't think Alessio would like you in here touching his things," comes a voice I really don't want to hear.

I turn around and see Gytha coming through the door. She stops a few paces away with her hands on her hips and a pout marring her model-like features.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind." I pray she leaves me alone and goes away. I don't have the strength for her today. I never had it before.

"I've known him much longer than you have, so I know he doesn't like his things being touched by anyone other than him."

She's such a fucking bitch. Why, why is she always around when I'm either at my lowest or I'm contemplating something important? Today I'm both.

"Gytha, I'm his wife. Just leave me the fuck alone."

My tone and choice of words piss her off and she moves closer, like she's going to hit me.

She stops in my personal space, and because she's much taller than me, I instantly feel more vulnerable.

"You think just because he gave you his name it means anything? It means shit,
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