My Classmate, My Master, or My Boyfriend?

My Classmate, My Master, or My Boyfriend?

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“Why don’t back to making out with Robert?” Andrew yelled, standing up abruptly, causing his chair to topple over. “You sure looked like you were enjoying it!” Rose clenched her fists. “This has nothing to do with him. Nothing,” He glared at her. “And since you asked,” Rose continued, poking him in the chest with her index finger. “I will go back to making out with him!” Hot tears spilled from her eyes as she turned around, heading for the door. This is not how she wanted the conversation to go. She gripped the door handle ready to open it, until a pair of hands snaked around her waist in a tight grip. Andrew. Immediately, her heartbeat quickened as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His hot breath against her skin sent shivers down her spine. “Don’t leave me,” Rose always had a complicated life. Parents disappeared. Financial issues. And a love triangle between her and her two most closet friends. So when she becomes the personal maid for the new boy, Andrew, how will she cope?
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