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28 — SELFISH WOMEN RULE THE WORLD.

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SCARLETT

“Thanks, Yahir,” I mumble, almost stumbling as I try to get out of the car.

He’s beside me in an instant, steadying me by the elbow and guiding me out.

“Thanks. Again,” I say with a faint smile.

Yahir turns away and takes a quick sweep of Chiara’s decrepit neighborhood, his lips curled in apparent displeasure.

“I’m definitely getting in trouble for this.”

“No, you’re not.” I pat his shoulder and make my way to Chiara’s front door. “Floyd’s got you covered.”

I’m only three steps away fr
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  • Hockey Star by Day, Oil Mogul by night   48 — AM I ALLOWED TO HOPE?

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  • Hockey Star by Day, Oil Mogul by night   47 — SCARLETT IS BEAUTIFUL

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  • Hockey Star by Day, Oil Mogul by night   46 — THICK AND LONG.

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  • Hockey Star by Day, Oil Mogul by night   45 — IT’S PATHETIC, I KNOW.

    HARLANScarlett’s eyes widen, surprise written plainly across her features.But all I can think about is how easy it would be to lose myself in those bright green depths. And how I’d gladly stay there forever.Her lips part and I feel my cock thicken within my jeans. For a moment, I forget all about the rage that threatened to choke me just a second ago. All I can think about are those plump, red lips wrapped around my cock, slurping and choking on it until we’re both breathless and delirious with pleasure. Maddening images of Scarlett covered in my cum plague my mind, burning so vividly that I’m forced to curl my fingers into fists before I do something stupid.Then her eyes narrow with suspicion.“Since when did you become the owner of Sterling Intercontinental?”I pause, looking down at her. “Excuse me?”She cocks her head to the side and lifts one brow.I hate it when she does that. When she looks at me like she can see straight through the darkness in my soul. I swallow hard,

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