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LUCIEN’S POV.
I immediately turned back into my house, locking the door. What the hell was Monica doing in my street? How did she get to choose this place in all the unoccupied houses in New Orleans?
Then I clenched my fists as I began to suspect it for what it was. It had been planned, and Angelou was definitely in on it. Whether or not she had deliberately made it to New Orleans, I knew she coming to live as a neighbor was definitely deliberate. Did she think I’d ever look at her? Did she think I was going to fall in love with her or pronounce her as my mate if I saw her on a daily basis?
I called women like her leeches because they stuck on so hard, refusing to leave unless certain measures were taken against them, and that was very annoying. I thought I had escaped her by leavin
