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A few days had passed, and while I was dressing like my usual self again, I still didn’t feel the way I should have been feeling.

A big chunk was missing, and my need for his rough touch was growing bigger by the second.

I had to see him again, so I decided to lie to my parents, tell them I would be going to Kennedy’s house to study, while I did a whole other thing.

I was driving to Riggs’s house, not knowing if he was home but taking the chance that he was.

There was also a big chance that Marcus aka Garett was still at his house, but even with him there, I had to show Riggs exactly what I wanted.

Him.

All of him.

I had already told most of the men I least cammed with that I would most likely be gone for a while for personal reasons, and that was kinda true.

Maybe Riggs was what I needed.

But although I communicated that news to them, none of them have unsubscribed to my website.

Maybe they had to think about it before making a decision, but either way, I was grateful none of them sent me a hateful message.

I took a deep breath and tried to go back to my usual self. The Valley who’s strong-willed and gets what she wants, and when I parked in front of his house, I stared up at the house with determination.

Only the downstairs lights were on, and I was positive Garett was gone as his car was nowhere to be seen.

Good. This made things a whole lot easier.

I got out of the car and tugged at my dress, straightening it and making sure no wrinkles were showing.

I decided on a black dress with a low cut in the front and back. It hugged my body tightly, showing all my curves.

This is it, I thought.I’m going to tell him what I want and he’ll easily take me back.

When I reached the front door, I took a second to go through the things I wanted to tell him, and once I was prepared to see him again, I pushed the doorbell and stepped back.

It took a few seconds for him to open the door, but once he did, I almost melted at the way he looked.

He was in his loungewear, his hair brushed back and his beard trimmed to perfection. His hands fisted at his side as his eyes met mine, and he didn’t dare to move them down my body to inspect my dress.

“What?” he spat, obviously very happy to see me this Wednesday evening.

“May I come in?” I asked, brushing a strand of hair back and out of my face.

“No.”

I raised a brow. “Huh?”

“No. Leave,” he growled, making my blood boil in that very instant.

“Seriously? I’m here to talk. Let me in,” I urged, but instead of stepping aside, he started to close the door on me.

“You willnotshut the door in my face, Riggs!” I fired back, taking a step closer to him.

Why was he acting like an asshole?

Maybe because he is one.

“Why are you here, Valley? Didn’t I make myself clear that night?” he asked with a deep crease forming between his brows.

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