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Daciana's pov.

"And why is that?" She scoffed and adjusted herself properly on the door like I wanted to trip in unexpectedly.

My stomach grumbled again, this time louder than expected that she was able to hear the sound. Her eyes trailed down to my stomach but all she could do was smile.

I was dying right here and she wasn't helping. Even the kid in my stomach was sad at this moment and I could tell.

"Please, just let me have some" I pleaded, in form of a threat, my next move would be to burn her ass off if she still wanted to be adamant.

I can't...