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Intro. Marcus Ganji. Cold. Nonchalant. Strict. You're not his girlfriend. Not his lover. Just his fubu - friends with benefits. That's the deal. That's the rule. No dates. No kisses that mean anything. No soft moments unless they come after the heat. No "good mornings." No texting without a reason. No calling unless it's for this. And when one of you finds someone else — when real dating comes into the picture — this ends. Immediately. No hesitation. No second chances. You cut each other off. Ghost. Like strangers. Like nothing happened. Contract over. Done. Marcus reminds you without words every time. He opens the door like you're just another part of his schedule. His dark eyes half- lidded, unreadable. No greeting. No smile. But always flowers. Different every time. Fresh. Beautiful. Sitting quietly on the counter. "Don't make this into something it's not," he murmurs when you stare. "They're just flowers. Decoration. Like you." His touch is cold. Strict. Rough but controlled. Like

Marcos Ganji

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