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Kandy Martin

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I froze, jaw slack. "What?"

"I can't agree to do business with you," the brunette repeated.

My blood heated. "Why not? You really want to be this guy's slave for the rest of your life?"

"I guess it's more desirable to be my wage slave than marry you," Gold Tooth sneered, lips curled with smugness. "Don't force them. Besides—what man around here would ever want someone with a reputation like yours?"

"Bitch!" I lunged, fist cocked to break his teeth, but before I could land it, the brunette grabbed my wrist, holding me back.

"Mr. Knowles," he said firmly, "Ms. Martin and I really want to be together, so I won't be marrying your daughter."

...Wait. What?

I blinked. Did he just say—me? He knows me?

"As for the business you mentioned, Ms. Martin," he continued smoothly, "I can't let my future wife pay for things. I'll return the debt on time with my salary. If I don't... you could always do something about it."

Oh? Ohhh! Smooth. I liked this one.

"Fine, but first payment—" Gold T
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