[Stefan]:
Slapping a few pieces of bacon into the plate in front of me, I placed both of my hands on the counter, staring down at both plates of food I had carefully curated for me and the woman who had been sleeping for almost twelve hours.
Last night had ended on an abrupt, anticlimactic note and honestly, I was quite thankful for it as I was already tired of being in the midst of people who honored my invitation for curiosity’s sake. I mean, Stefan Volkov was getting married. The man who everyone thought was gay.
A few other people came there to either check me out or check Olivia out. It was even annoying that she looked otherworldly beautiful and stunning last night and I was quite glad that she had fainted.
No, not in the negative sense. I wasn't that much of a bad person.
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