Chapter 45
Imaia Island Max Present “What did you just say?” I looked back at Callan, holding my brush in one hand and a scrunchie in the other. There was simply no way to control my hair being away from my flat iron styler. It grew wild and curly, making it impossible to tame. I hate it when it was like that but Callan had been adamant about the fact he preferred it that way, which was crazy, this man had to be crazy. I was getting ready, dressed only in my underwear and nothing else. Today was the seventh day since the virus outbreak and I was back in business. I would need to get a blood test in order to get back to work but I was almost sure the results would come back negative. The flu symptoms were gone and I was completely recovered. Not to mention I was feeling kind of guilty for leaving
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