#Chapter155

Zenia"s POV

I had not left the party, instead, I was inside EJ"s bedroom awaiting him.

I was not about to be crumbled and shattered when he hadn"t heard my side of the story as yet. I knew he was angry, his eyes said it all, but I needed to stand my ground, swallow up my fears and be true to myself and him.

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I sat at the edge of his bed, looking around his bedroom in satisfaction.

Everything was neatly arranged and in order. Not a T-shirt on the bed or a book laying on the floor.

His bed felt so comfortable underneath me that I couldn"t...