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in my place. His words were cold and laced with irritation, but they didn't faze m

back, feeling confident and sassy. The look on his face was priceless – he clearly wasn't used to being challenged

I was more determined to help him

ery inch of it screamed luxury, from the polished chrome wheels to the smooth, aerodynamic lines of the body. I'd always had a soft spot for expensive cars, but this one w

act that he was still giving me that condescending glare. I helped him settle into the plu

d to dry, but it wasn't too deep. Still, I needed to clean and dress it properly. As I unbuttoned his shirt to get a better look, I couldn't help but notice his perfectly

n. How did someone like him manage to loo

his over with, » I muttered to myself, but he caught the words and gl

he way his voice wavered slightly made it clea

't. And frankly, you don't have the

ead, he just leaned back and crossed his arms, clearly resigned to the fact that I wasn't go

a heat-seeking missile. It was unnerving, but I did my best to bl

till watching me without blinking. Was this guy a robot? Or maybe he was just incapable of looki

are broken, » I quipped, smi

his eyes narrowed, and I could see the irritation bubbli

oved with practiced ease, and even though he kept staring at me, I refused to be thrown

as I finished securing the bandage. I couldn't help myself. It was

He didn't even flinch when I finished. But the look he gave me – pure malice mixe

igh. I'd done all I could. I wasn'

tly, he was

l, when he spoke again. « Get out! »

he sudden outburst. What

ine. Was he seriously throwing me out after everything? After

ve of t

't make me say it again, » he

e fury in his eyes was clear. He was done with me. And here I was, still t

a taste of his own medicine, but then I realized some

er. « Fine. You're on your own

heart racing with a mixture of frustra

to see a man in his late thirties, dressed to the nines in a crisp, white uniform. He had an air of elegance about him, like he was made of

tful, but I couldn't help but wonder what kind of relationship they

. We both turned our heads at the same time,

ne, Mr. Jerk snapped. « Blake, high-

t the order. He simply nodded and rushed to t

This whole interaction was a joke