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Evren's POV
“How dare she?”
“How dare she what?” Marek asks nonchalantly, watching the football game on the TV.
His question makes me pause, my mind buzzing. He is right... How dare she what? I don't know what's irritating me more—the fact that she thinks she can tell me what to do or her telling me not to touch her.
Really, how dare she? Even in jeans, her curvy body called out to me the entire time she stood in my office. I wanted to hold her hair and tilt her head back as my lips made contact with her soft skin. Now she's telling me not to touch her. Like hell, I won’t.
I feel Marek's gaze on my pacing figure before he lets out a sigh. “Ren, listen to me... I don't see what is bugging you so much, brother. Her conditions aren't tough at all. I think you'd have a lot of ease goin
