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Being rich is being miserable. I know. I know, the hobos would be all out with f*****g weapons to jab me in the ribs till not even a single bone exists but dude it's true and f*****g hell it's brutely true.
It ain't like I do not like luxurious. It's just some f*****g shitty days when I just hope to turn myself into the rock so I do not have to move an inch. It is one of those shitty days for me.
'Good morning, Thomas.' Trust me. It has taken me tremendous efforts to curve my lips upwards when every single fibre in my body wants to spit at his face.
That ugly fart!
'I wish I could reciprocate the pleasure, Alpha. There is nothing good about this morning.' He narrows his ugly eyes at me. The evil in me wants to open the window and let some sunlight seep in. However, I know I cannot afford it. Dad will have my head in silver platter. Beside me, Ronit pats my back understanding the agony I am being through. I hate this vampire with every might in my body.
It is literally taking everything within me to not jump at him.
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