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20. Zayne

Author: Jane Writes
last update Huling Na-update: 2023-03-26 08:54:29
Myla Bright is a fucking menace. Her mere presence is enough distraction and I find myself wanting her more and more. It's fucking with my brain and heart and it's almost making me go insane.

I know I can't let myself get too caught up in her. She's just a distraction, and I have goals I need to achieve. I can't let myself get sidetracked by a woman, no matter how alluring she may be. And yet, every time she talks to me, laughs, or touches my arm, I feel myself falling deeper and deeper under her spell. It's like I'm under her control and can't break free.

"Am I going to be okay?" The way her hips move while she walks in front of me is so fucking beautiful and the fact that she doesn't even realize it makes me more frustrated. Oh, the spell you have me under.

"Helbert is nice." I cock an eyebrow at her before I knock on his door, looking at her while she fidgets with her fingers. And when I hear his voice, I open the door and usher her to step inside.

"Zayne," The old wrinkly smil
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