AZALEA'S POV
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My brain is fogged over as I read through the papers of the oil seeds' transport. Caspian is a generous man, one that is kind and respectful. I just hope he stays true to his word. My front door swings open without a knock, and I almost knock the coffee cup over as I flinch in my seat. "Good, you're up," Corbin beams, a cooler bag in one hand, a flask in the other. "There's a thing such as knocking, you know?" I forcibly sit back to relax, but the muscles won't soothe. "I thought we're friends," His steps falter, slowing down to a dangerous looking pace like he’s about to pounce instead of just sit.
I blink, processing the words falling from his lips.
"We are," I murmur, holding his confused gaze that lingers on me a second too long to be comfortable. "Then why do I hav
