Who is she?

Mrs. Abram Aly, get your ass back on the bed right now.

No.

Are you disobeying me?

Maybe.

Oh, I will give you two options, move your ass or…

Or?

Or pray that when I catch you, I go easy on you.

We shall see.

Oh, you have no idea how much you are turning me on, my catty.

Let go of me, Mr. Aly.

Oh, my Persian pussy, never I would let you go.

You are so gross.

What? I was calling you a cat.

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“Mr. Aly, can you let me go?" Myra said with no emotions, although her stomach fluttered with the familiar warmth and hold.

Embarrassed at being caught staring at Myra, he cleared his throat and let go of her. However, without giving a second thought the next second, he blurted out, “What are you doing here?"

She wanted to ask him the same question, how the hell did he change in just two years.

Why is she looking different? Abram thought while openly gazing at her from head to toe.

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