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Zara
The next day, everything was off.
Victor was gone for a work trip, leaving me in the house with more space than I knew what to do with. The champagne buzz was gone. My head still ached from the hangover, and my body ached for him.
Michael.
I hadn’t seen him since he dropped me off. I didn’t know if it was because of his professionalism or if something else was going on, but it felt different. Like he was avoiding me.
I’d noticed it since yesterday, how he dropped me off and went away and made sure I didn’t see him again.
There was no word from him when I passed him in the hallway. Even his responses were clipped, as if he was intentionally shutting down any chance of conversation. I hated it.
And I didn’t like how much it bothered me.
I paced around the house, wearing my fa
