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Chapter 178: I Have No Interest In You, Adanna

Chapter 178: 1 Have No Interest In You, Adanna

Marshall

my "Marshall?" Adanna fucking purred and my eyes instantly narrowed. As far as she knew, Angelia was still

submissive.

"Adanna," I kept my voice bland, not too friendly so she wouldn't get the wrong idea, but not too rude either. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Nice to see you too." She teased, coming to a stop right in front of me, and way too fucking close. Smothering me with her perfume, I took a subtle step back, and created some space between us. "And yes, I am doing great. What about you."

"Sorry, it has been a long day." I dragged my hand through my hair, already tired of this conversation.

"No problem, I admire a hard-working man and you are the most hard-working man I have ever met." She winked as she lay on the bullshit too thickly.

I was hardly the most hard-working man she had met, both of my friends worked way harder than me.

"You do look a bit tense." She muttered.

"You know, I will give you a fantastic massage if you ever need one." She added.

"I am perfectly fine, Adanna. If I were to get a massage, I would hire a professional one." I said firmly.

"Hmm, I would think your submissive would take better care of you unless...maybe it was too much for her? Can't she handle you guys?*

What she implied hung in the air, that she could do a better job made my chest swell with protectiveness over Angelia.

"You are stepping way out of the line here, Adanna." My voice rose with the anger I felt.

"She takes better care of us than anyone else ever could, including you.

Angelia was worth billions to her and any other woman. She stiffened slightly before she chuckled, her hand slapping my arm.

I didn't mean anything by that. I am sure she is

like Kingston than myself. I despised the thought that anyone would even think about putting

sorry, I shouldn't have even joked

sure to never do

"I won't," she promised.

to me, her eyes squinting at my chest. With a hand, she reached out to

have a lint right here, hold on and I will get it for

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Have No Interest

same place where Adanna had come from only a moment ago. Angelia's eyes were wide as she took us in, noting how close Adanna was standing to me and she was most definitely seeing the hand she currently had on my chest. My mouth opened to say something to Angelia, to tell her that this was definitely not what it looked like, but I soon closed it again, trapping any words that wanted to come out. I couldn't let Adanna know Angelia was a student here, goodness knows what she would do with that information. I didn't trust her as far as I could throw her, and with my aversion to touching her, it wouldn't be a throw at all, but more like a slight push. That was how long I could stand being in physical contact with her. A second later, Angelia turned

She said with

would give me space back, I thought wrong. With a

to be clear about one thing. I have no interest in you, and I do not look at you as anything other than my sister's friend. Nothing will ever happen between

had never spelled it out because, honestly, I had thought she would lose interest seeing how uninterested I had been. But that hadn't been the case and I was tired of her come-ons. Not giving her a chance to react or cause drama at my place of work, I asked curtly. "Now, what are you actually doing

way too much with her overactive brain. Our girl had a vivid imagination, that much I had figured out after spending time with her and

her voice growing colder than I had ever experienced, because I took that as a good sign. It meant she was

was close to losing all

sister tried to call you, but you didn't answer."

she call me on my

private phone after my last class. It was still in my bag, but

a problem. Ava had my number to my work phone

did, it

was something I never forgot to do,

her I would swing by your

this was about?" I asked, I was worried. If she

serious.

talk to her, it

as my dad. Dad would imply a man who had been there for the children. Dad was a word associated with love and care. Father, on the other hand, sounded much more distant, more

better.

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