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Serena's POV But then after a brief minute, he brings his phone down and ends whatever call he's making. "Just remembered I can't make a call right now," he whispers with a smile, and I watch as his lips expand, making his gorgeous face even more cute. I... I blink rapidly and quickly look away from him as I rest against the wall and fold my arms. Yeah, don't let the fact that you've had s*x with him two times get into your head, Serena. It doesn't f*****g mean anything, and it doesn't mean he cherishes you and likes you. In fact, it's so obvious that he doesn't give a s**t about you. Then what exactly is this, and why is it just so extremely hard for me to control myself whenever he looks at me with those perverted eyes that show that he really, really wants me like he truly claims?