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Victor “Get me some coffee, Tasha.” I said to my housekeeper, who nodded immediately and walked away. I crashed into the sofa and started scrolling through my phone. I had taken some pictures of Freya when she wasn’t looking, but she later caught me though. She asked me to delete them but seeing the way she blushed, I knew her heart wanted something else. I didn’t delete them and even begged her to take a few more. She only posed for a picture and I didn’t want to seem too much so I let her be. After my driver took her home, I stared at the picture before hopping into my car and coming home too. Ever since then, I have been stuck on those pictures. I stare at them every five minutes, smile and imagine things in my head. “Here, Sir.” Tacha said as she laid the tray on the table a
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