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    Terrence waved it off. “Still manageable. Just one more guy—I’m not worried.”


    “Nope.” Christina calmly lifted a third finger.


    “Are you fucking serious?” Terrence snapped, finally cracking. “Me, those three, and your damn ex? That makes five! That’s too much!”


    Christina arched an eyebrow but didn’t bother to respond, the corners of her mouth lifting in a faint, knowing smirk. It was always the same old hypocrisy—men could juggle a dozen women and still be praised, but if a woman dared to do the same, suddenly it was a scandal.


    Terrence took a few deep breaths, trying to swallow his irritation. “Fine, just three men. Nothing to panic over.”


    “Nope, it’s actually this many,” Christina said coolly, lifting five fingers without flinching.


    Terrence mped his lips shut, inhaling sharply. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”


    “Can’t handle the heat?” she asked, her brow lifting a little higher in challenge.


    But then, out of nowhere, Terrence chuckled and remarked, “Well, no wonder you draw me in—your charm’s damn near impossible to resist.”


    Christina let out a breath, mildly annoyed. She was starting to think there might be something seriously off with his brain.


    “Of course, I haven’t even started counting the ones I flirt with casually. If I tried to tally them all, I’d probably lose track,” she added, her tone calm as ever.


    Terrence’s expression darkened slightly, and he replied, voice firm, “I don’t give a damn about your past. But you’d better cut ties with them soon. You belong to me now.”


    “Not going to happen,” Christina replied with a deliberate bite to her words. She couldn’t tell if he was truly tolerant or just pretending to be unbothered.


    Suddenly, Terrence grabbed her wrist and closed the distance.


    Right as their bodies were about to brush, Christina lifted her free hand to p him,


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    But this time, Terrence was quicker—he caught her wrist mid-swing. Now, both her wrists were locked in his grip, firm and unyielding.


    “Darling, you’re not obedient at all,” Terrence murmured, his voice low andced with mischief, a crooked smile on his lips.


    Christina had briefly wondered if he was some kind of masochist, that a p might actually turn him on—but it seemed she’d misjudged him. After all, no one actually liked getting pped, right?


    “Sweetheart, you already pped your ex with this hand. You can’t use it on me. I don’t like it. Use the other one instead,” Terrence said, bringing her hand close and


    breathing in the scent of the palm that hadn’tnded on Brendon, looking thoroughly delighted with himself.


    Christina felt a wave of exasperation rise up and rolled her eyes—clearly, her previous assumption was wildly incorrect. Apparently, some people really did enjoy being pped and maybe even found some weird kind of thrill in it. Terrence, without a doubt, was something else entirely.


    “Go on, darling. p me,” Terrence said, guiding her hand gently to his wlessly sculpted cheek.


    Christina’s eyes narrowed. Then, with lightning speed, she suddenly lifted her knee, aiming at his groin.


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