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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

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was taped to the top lid and again,

kitchen with you, cooking isn't the same when you aren't here. Come back

one else who called me pumpkin. My heart was going wild as I gazed at their presents. They weren't extravagant or expensive and I liked that even more because their gifts were

meeting when I had agreed to become their submissive

in chocolate. I remembered Kingston cooking for me and then agreeing to help teach me. I remember every single good thing I had

a happy smile when I was old and gray. For a fourth time, the intercom rang, I

would hound 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 the envelope, I could feel that whatever was in it was firmer than paper. Had they sent me pictures too? The thought made my smile widen. I felt lighter by the second as if the pain of these past days was erasing itself. 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 heart dropped. It was

at the ruined picture 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

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forced myself to look at the next one, 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

one picture that had landed face down. Trembling, I bent down

"They don't deserve you.'

slip from my hand, I picked up another one and turned it around, searching for more

'I don't share.'

eway

I looked at the last one. My chest

would be a shame to see them

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you can't help me?"

I had gotten those pictures which were currently on the table between us,