The exhibition

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June. I got to my room and slammed my door, leaning over it slowly, I couldn’t even believe that had happened. The Alpha was outside and I needed to get dressed. Because I couldn’t keep him waiting for that long. I covered my face with my hands, buried in my own embarrassment. “Is this decent enough?” I ran my hand through the dress, he dropped the magazine from his hand, dropped his crossed legs, and looked at me and nodded curtly. “Let’s go.” I dropped my hands to the side, and picked up the things I needed from the table, followed him out through the door. I noticed he had a spare key to my apartment, and I wanted to ask him why he had one. He could get in and out of the house whenever he wanted to. Mr Belt wasn’t the one driving, it was someone else, and I kept quiet the en

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