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MY PERVERT SCHOOL PRESIDENT AND I (CHAPTER EIGHT)

“What the hell’s wrong with you, President? You look like someone ran over your ego.”

Victoria was sprawled out on Eden’s leather couch like she owned the place, her legs crossed, phone in hand, chewing gum with exaggerated disinterest.

Eden slammed the door hard behind him, chest heaving.

“H...