“You’re my girlfriend—” He tsks me as I open my mouth to correct him. “Fake or not, Bella, to the world you’re my girl and until that day ends, I will treat you as such.” He takes another step forward, forcing me to lean back into the boxes. “And if you were really mine, Bella, I would spoil you rotten because it’s what you deserve. So we can either stand here and argue until you’re red in the face, or you can thank me.” He winks. “I suggest going with the second option.” Stunned. The bastard has stunned me speechless. He moves so close to my face his hot breath tumbles over my lips. “What’s
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