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Chapter Twenty Three

"Where have you been?" A familiar voice says entering my room without knocking. I quickly shield my boobs to prevent him from seeing.

"Try knocking, Mr Varallo."

"I would but this is my house, now where have you been?" He repeats.

"Out with my boyfriend." I respond.

I notice a glint of jealousy in his eyes but is quickly washed away with anger. "Without my permission?"

"I was only gone for 2 hours." I protest.

He pauses, gathering his thoughts together. "I don't want you to be seeing him anymore."

I look at him dumbfounded. "What?" I gasp. "You're not the boss of me in my personal life."

"Okay, fine, you're right." He sighs, in defeat. A small smirk quickly coats my face. "But if he's the cause of your death, I'll simply help him mutilate your dead body." There's always been something evil in this man. Like Satan himself.

"I'm sure as hell you worship Satan."

He smirks at my comment. "I'm sure as hell it's the other way around."

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I serve his breakfast as usual. "Anything else I can get you?" I say sarcastically.

"Let's talk, Arabella."

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I know, I know. WHY THE HELL IS THIS CHAPTER LITERALLY 170 WORDS! I was having serious troubles with this chapter. I didn't know what to do on their relationship so I decided, HEY, let's just so this.

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