KIMANI
I was actually quite eager to meet Alaric’s friends — don’t blame me. The man didn’t look like someone who had friends. He was the type to walk into a room, command it effortlessly, and walk out without anyone daring to breathe too loudly until he was gone. So, the thought of him having actual friends — people who joked with him, maybe even teased him — had my curiosity buzzing.
“You’re looking way too excited,” Alaric said dryly as he adjusted the buttons of his shirt. His tone was neutral, but that familiar teasing glint danced in his eyes as he looked at me.
“Of course I am!” I shot back, tugging at my blouse as I walked toward him. “You don’t look like someone who has friends. Only business associates who probably get panic attacks just thinking about joking around you.”
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