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I dangle my feet over the arm of the overly stuffed chair, filing my nails, fully irritated. Why was it always like this?! It's supposed to be me!
I still can't believe he let me go in the first place. I roll my eyes at the stupidity of it all.
I'm a f*****g prize. I can't even count the number of suitors I've had come after me. But I'd rejected them all, my eyes only on one.
One!
I move onto filing the nail on my middle finger, holding my hand out every so often. They have to be perfect.
I mean... I am perfect so it shouldn't be hard. I smirk at my hand, admiring the shine.
Maybe I hadn't played this right. Maybe I should've been smarter with it. I don't even think he'd taken me seriously.
I'd been determined to make him mine. My chosen mate. He wa
