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Chapter 154: They Don't Deserve You Chapter 154: They Don't Deserve You Angelia

'He remember.' I thought, warmth blossoming in my chest.

Staring at the card with blurry eyes, I felt giddy as read his text again and again until I couldn't see his elegant handwriting. My hand shook as I set the card on the table and looked back up at the bouquet, I had never gotten flowers before. Another ring sounded from the intercom and I quickly dried my tears before walking back to the door and answering it. "Hi, there is a delivery here for Angelia Hartwell. Are you her?"

"Yes, I will be right there." I had to swallow several times to get rid of the lump lodged in my

throat.

throat.

This time there was a man at the door, instead of a bouquet, he held a box from a local bakery. There was a note taped to the side of the box and I found myself more anxious to read it than to see what was in the box.

"Have a

a nice day." I told the delivery man and just as I began shutting the door, another man door.

to the

came to

"Are you Angelia Hartwell by any chance?" He was holding another box, this one bigger than the

one from the bakery. "Yes," I said, astounded by the number of gifts I was getting. "Please, sign here for me."

Almost in a daze, I signed my name and got the package. I was actually nervous as I went back up, the giddy kind of nervous. I went for the smallest box first and opened it to find a dozen chocolate covered strawberries. Carefully, I detached the card from the box so it wouldn't rip. "These will forever remind me of the day you agreed to become our submissive. It will always be

read his regards even as tears once again welled in my eyes. These men had made me into a living wasteful with how much I had been crying

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was taped to the top lid and again,

the same when you aren't here. Come back to us, my little

extravagant or expensive and I liked that even more because their gifts were picked with me in their minds. This wasn't meant to buy

when I had agreed to become their submissive and

teach me. I remember every single good thing I had experienced with these guys and I realized how

fourth time, the intercom rang, I couldn't wipe the silly smile from

though, was perfect. They were giving me space but at the same time showing me how much they cared. This time, instead of a gift, I was handed a brown envelope. Through the envelope, I could feel that whatever was in it was firmer than paper. Had they sent me

inside the apartment. The other gifts were momentarily forgotten as I opened the envelope, excited to see what else they had up their sleeves. I was careful as I reached inside and took it out. I laughed happily as I felt the smooth content with my fingers. It was a picture. It took me a moment to register what I was

of me. I could feel at least two more pictures underneath this one but I was afraid to look. Steeling myself, I picked up the top one and put it behind the others. The following picture was of Marshall and me by

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knowing that it would be one of Kingston and me and I was right. It was also from the day before yesterday at the cafe. He was holding me while I was sobbing into his chest. I couldn't see his face behind the ruined paper. With shaky legs, I collapsed on the couch and the picture fell from

that had landed face down. Trembling, I bent down and picked it up. The film shook as my hand

"They don't deserve you.'

hand, I picked up

'I don't share.'

eway

breathing when I looked at the last one. My chest tightened

shame to see them

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do you mean you can't help me?" I stared at the officer in

had gotten those pictures which were currently on the