FORTY|| Our Scheduled Sleepover

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“You’re coming home with me the night before the gala”. Really? No foreplay? Not even an ounce of seduction? This dude has to have zero game— and a lot of audacity. “I do not understand what you mean sir”. I calmly tell the rot in my life. Aronohai Miyamura. The most frustrating man in the world. “What I mean is that you’re coming home with me”. He’s speaking like we are discussing the weather. Does he not understand the gravity of what he’s saying?. “I don’t understand sir, why would I have to go to your house?”. There is no polite way to ask this. What does he mean by ‘You’re coming home with me?’. The bastard said that in the loudest voice imaginable. The ladies sitting behind us turned back to take a look at us and started blushing while fanning themselves— muttering ab

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