CHAPTER 8

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• Rael's Pov

What.
The.
Fuck?

The girl I went on a date with wasn't actually Azrael's girlfriend. She showed up to our fucking doorstep, claiming that she was dating Azrael, but they were exes.

How did I find out?
I was looking through Azrael's text messages on his old phone, and let me tell you that it was SICKENING.

That little bitch of a woman was so fuckin' cheesy with him, it was making me sick. He was so cheesy with her, it made me puke.

Everything made me puke nowadays.

Her relationship with Azrael wasn't the only thing I fucking noticed.

Who the fuck is Xevera Petrovich?
Why the fuck did his mom text him weird shit regarding contracts that I don't know about?

Why did he wanna move to escape this contract?
What even IS the contract?

"RAEL!! YOU'RE TAKING SO LONG IN THE BATHROOM!!"

I rubbed a hand over my face as my thumb hovered over Azrael's phone, pausing mid-scroll. I wish I NEVER had my other half living with me, therefore acting as an annoying shitstain on my pants.

"Untwist your panties right this instant. I'm almost done."
"Ewwww! That's so gross!"
"How am I supposed to reassure you without mentioning the fucking toilet?"
"Please flush it after!"
She whined.
I rolled my eyes. I wasn't unsanitary. Who does this woman think I am? Does she really think THAT lowly of me?

With a heavy sigh, I stood up and flushed the toilet, even though my real mission was just to check out Azrael's messages in peace. The cool water from the sink felt refreshing as I splashed it on my face, hoping to clear my head a bit.

The liquid cascaded down my face and highlighted my features.

Well, they're not MY features.
They're Azrael's.

Did he even hate himself? Wonderful, that means I've inherited his personality since I can't stand him either. Isn't that just spectacular?

I swore that Az was crying. She was probably doing the pee-pee dance right now. I should probably stop stalling in the bathroom.

I tucked Azrael's phone into my pocket, making sure Az wouldn't see.

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