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Kathy Hung woke up completely disoriented. A grandiose room. She was in an immense bed next to a wall.

An aroma to polished wood, to perfumes in oil...

She breathed in the scent. The room was in semi-darkness.

Typical for her. He saw everything. His mind saw it. She didn't process it. The image of Thomas came back to her. Instinctively she touched her chest and felt the thin gold chain he placed on her.

-- It's still me -- she whispered .

Thomas. For three and a half years he had ignored her. Now at the first opportunity he came straight for her. And the other man treated her like a being with rights.... She had to accept that they were both alphas in their own way. Nothing to do with the effeminate, tik tok thinking, empty, prefabricated men of prefabricated language and photocopied attitudes that were now commonplace on the streets.

Both were real men. Each in his own way.