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Happy Beaufort Lunch.

Author: TamiK
last update publish date: 2026-05-10 04:10:32
Adrian.

I turned to the side and looked at my father. He was always dressed as if he had just stepped out of a board meeting, even in the comfort of his own home. The man didn't know how to relax; every moment was a transaction.

“Dad,” I said. I kept it brief. My voice wasn't cold, but it wasn’t warm either. My mind drifted back to our argument at Allysia’s wedding yesterday. He took a few steps forward, looking like he wanted to do more, maybe place a hand on my shoulder, but he stopped him
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  • Craving The Playboy's Touch    The Apology.

    EmmaTrevor had been calling me every single day, and he had already come to see me three times this week. I just couldn’t seem to escape him. Except for that first surprise visit, he always asked if it was okay to come over before showing up. I could have easily lied to him and said I wasn’t home, but I never did. How could I, when I now found myself looking forward to seeing him every chance I got?A perfect example was today.It was finally Friday evening, and I stood in front of the full-length mirror, checking the fifth dress I’d picked from my wardrobe. It was a short pink dress with a bright flowery design all over it, but as I turned around, it didn’t look good enough to me. I wanted to look simple but pretty for our night out.Actually, I wanted to look perfect. After a few more minutes of pacing around my room, I finally settled for a white tank top and a pair of high-waist black boyfriend jeans.I had packed my hair into a messy ponytail earlier, but then I changed my mind.

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  • Craving The Playboy's Touch    What the hell did we talk about?!

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