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"That is not true. I guess it just made me angry at Roman," Jaguar commented, and I could tell that he had really thought about our conversation that night.
And this was the perfect excuse he could come up with. It seemed to work because he smiled.
But I was not gonna let it work.
"What do you mean?" I asked him, casually asking him to explain himself.
"What I mean is that—" He cleared his throat again. "Roman was abusing you, and you slapped him. You got to punish him, but I– I keep thinking about it, and I wanted to punish him too."
He paused.
"I want to beat the fuck out of him. He did not deserve the luxury of touching you."
He paused for a moment.
"But enough of this—," he hesitated. "The end of the story is that I fucked up. I should not have reacted this way."
He looked genuinely distraught but then forced a smile onto his lips, as if to tell me that everything was fine.
"I need a moment because I’m not gonna jump into another relationship knowing this time the punishment is coming from—"
As I was about to repeat something I’d told him before, he shook his head.
I watched his mouth open as if he was gonna say something, but Theodore approached us.
"It’s a wonderful event. Just wonderfully planned," Theodore commented, snapping both Jaguar and me back to reality and making us look around at the people surrounding us.
"Thank you so much," I said, accepting Theodore’s compliment with a smile.
"So, what are we talking about here?" Theodore asked with a bright smile, acting as if he was only joining the conversation for the sake of gossip and not because he was interested in me or wanted to know what we had been talking about.
"Nothing, really," Jaguar replied, clearly pissed off as he started to walk away.
Now it was just Theodore and me.
"You look amazing," Theodore said, slowly slipping his hands into his pants pockets.
The way his eyes lingered on me, it was pretty obvious he liked what he was seeing.
"Thank you," I replied shyly.
Sometimes it got a little annoying because I didn’t know what my connection was with any of them, how I was supposed to act around each one, or where I’d left things with them.
"So basically, the food service has done a great job, but it would be really good if you went over to the kitchen and checked a few things beforehand," Theodore requested, pointing toward the kitchen.
He had done this before too. I didn’t know what his obsession with the kitchen was.
It kind of reminded me of old times, especially our first meeting.
We had been in the kitchen that time as well.
I looked at him and slowly swallowed, giving it a quick thought.
Well, I ended up deciding that I would go to the kitchen with him this time.
I couldn’t live in the past and let it cloud my mind.

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