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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

are lost without you, my bunny. Forever your idiot, Riccardo.' I laughed as I 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 these days. These were happy tears, though. Lastly, I opened the bigger box and

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water. Another card was taped to the top lid and again, I removed it gingerly

same

gazed at their presents. They weren't extravagant or expensive and I liked that even more because their gifts were picked with me in

their

remember every single good thing I had experienced with these guys and I realized

happy smile when I was old and gray. For a fourth time, the intercom rang, I couldn't wipe

me on my phone, texting and calling and maybe even show up at Andy's doorsteps. This, 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

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 looking at but when I did, my

as a shock took hold 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.

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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 back of the one picture that had landed face down. Trembling, I bent down and picked

"They don't deserve you.'

picture yet again slip from my hand, I picked up another one and turned it around, searching

'I don't share.'

eway

the last one. My chest tightened painfully as fear gripped

be a shame to

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

were currently on the table between us, I rushed