ELENE
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I stood, my getting rooted in the hallway, my pulse thudding into my ears.
Of all the people standing in Aria’s hallway, it just had to be him.
Fredrick was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of carton-colored trousers that made him look more like someone’s respectable boyfriend than the reckless man I had met at the bar.
Those green eyes of his flicked over me, his gaze unreadable.
And just as quickly he dragged his gaze back to Aria. “Hi.” He smiled.
Aria gestured towards me. “This is my friend, Elene.”
His gaze returned to me. “Nice to meet you,” he said easily, like I was a stranger. Like he hadn’t buried his face into my p***y two days ago.
Aria was still smiling at him, her eyes still sparkling. “Elene, this is Fredrick.”
He stretched out his hand for a shak
