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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

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.

They

to the top lid and again, I removed it gingerly as I

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

at their presents. They weren't 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 my affection, it was meant to remind me of what we had together and how special it was. And it did remind me. I remembered cuddling with Marshall after I had

agreed to become their submissive and how Riccardo had

me. I remember every single good thing I had experienced with these guys and I realized how much I wanted to experience more with them to

intercom rang, I couldn't wipe the silly smile from my face as another delivery person told

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

locked myself back 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 heart dropped. It was a picture taken yesterday at the park. I could see myself standing by the lake with one of my hands in Riccardo's and the one` stretched out for what I knew should

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

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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 my hand and down to the floor but I couldn't stand looking at them. "Oh no!

had landed face down.

"They don't deserve you.'

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

'I don't share.'

eway

breathing when I looked at the

shame to see them get

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

on the