Ghosted

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Monalisa POV. 4 days later. It was a Tuesday and the week was boistering on with school activities. Classes had started in earnest on Monday and I was attending my lectures, meeting my Lecturers in the department. Over the past few days, I couldn't help but wonder what went wrong between me and Greg. Had I done something wrong? After he saw my unshaved pubic area, we had a sincere discussion which led to him suggesting that I take a shower. I did as he asked and went into his bathroom which was so lavish, by the way. He had a whole jacuzzi, extra-large, with a private sauna enclave in the corner. Granite countertops for his double sinks, and a big shower that was digitalized. Pure luxury. However, when I got out, I found my gown and purse on his bed with a short note that said: Go

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