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Make Me Want To Regret

La Niche.

Thursday, 8th of August, 2024. 9pm.

Jo's POV(Continued)

The brown and gold two storey building was at the very end of a cul dé sac. The street was very quiet and the nearest neighbour was about half a mile away. If it weren't for the luxurious cars parked outside the house and the different elite men and women dressed to the nines walking into said building, I would have thought that Vladimir had me brought all the way out here to be murdered.

In a way, it sort of reminded me of house of Pulé. I gulped hastily, doing my best to quash the lurid images that sprung up at the thought of that house.

Not the time, I admonished the lusty hoe residing rent free in my head.

"Miss Puhvel?" I turned my head at the voice.

Staring down at me expressionlessly from outside the limo was Castor. I blushed for no particular reason and held my hand out to him. Without a word, Castor helped me out of the white rolls Royce limo we just arrived in.

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