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... ke up on the wrong side of the bed, and my insides churned as I kept picturing another woman in my place last night.
Questions arose about all his private business. I pondered what Ares King does, and it was certainly not filing papers in those hours.
I eyed the two plates of breakfast on the table, and I crawled out to bed, suddenly feeling a storm of hunger.
I could feel Ares’ eyes following me as I neared it, bending over to grab a toast.
His gaze was glued to ...
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