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Asher “Let go of me.” Keya spat. I don’t know why I like the spitfire in her eyes. But then again, she was good at pretending. She thought I wouldn’t see through her fake façade. I had a lot planned out for her. I know she didn’t reach out to me regarding the auction event because she was afraid to face me. “Do you think I won’t attend the event? I see you gave the spot meant for me to your gentle boyfriend.” “He’s my fiancée.” Her sharp voice charged through the restroom. My lips curved up into a smile. But at some point, I don’t like the idea of her calling him her fiancée. She tried to free herself from my hold, but I held her firmly against the wall, also leaning closer to her body so that I could feel her breath fanning my face. “Your body always betrays you, Keya.” “Let go o