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My Dear, Valentine

Chapter 10 You're Crazy, Max!

Word Count: 1068    |    Released on: 15/06/2025

fied he'd inherit everything. By systematically eliminating Hans Davi

run?" I asked, realizing my fathe

ere might be others," Max answered

id as we stopped in

me if you need anything," he said,

ook for us," I offered before he left.

hel. But the loneliness gnawed at me-no one to talk to, not even Max, who only re

it was behind mine. When lunch was ready and he still hadn'

how long he'd lived here and where his family was. He'd once said he was ten

d, but the hou

n. No answer. His car was here,

r open slowly-unlocked. H

calling his name. Finding the dining table

llided with something

ax's voice growled as

careless?" he scolded,

't come," I said, wincing. My whole

Only then did I notice his bare torso. I'd seen him shirtless

careful n

urt?" he asked.

prised me," I lied, hid

on the table," I said, trying

tered. I ducked my head

away, but he lifted it onto the

ere

ging the joint. At first, pain shot through me, but gr

pressed agai

s flew

kissing

ips trailed up my calf

tightened. My shorts left me expose

response was another kiss, this time on my

high met hip. I gasped, fingers tangling in h

leaded, trapped

shorts, yanking them down. His darke

his face betw

gue dragged over the fabric of my underwear, hot and wet

ing against me. My vision blurred, breath ragge

ip on his hair turned desperate. Relie

*

I need to do. Stay here; I won't be long. Don't

look at him the same way as when we first m

robbers around here?

bout this house-only some members of the Davis family. What I fear is if one of them comes here and f

s if leaving me behind, even for a few hours, was a gamble he hated taking. I could see

stly my father's half-siblings), I still couldn't remember them well. The only name that stuck was Patrick Davis, my grandfa

dying up the flowers planted neatly in front of the house. His warning suddenly made me anxious-what

re locking it behind me. The air inside felt still-too still-like the silence itself was listening. I glanced

e. Strangely, with him gone, loneliness crept in. This house was isolated, far from an

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