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π˜Ύπ™π™–π™₯π™©π™šπ™§ 7

"𝐡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘œπ‘‘π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘‘

π‘ π‘’π‘β„Ž π‘Ž 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔."

"πΉπ‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘Ž 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 π‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’ π‘šπ‘’."

Sophia

I dropped my handbag on the couch, moving over to L'Angelo.

I can stop if I want to, but why wasn't I stopping at all?

A smirk formed on his perfect mouth as if he had read my mind and knew about my internal turmoil.

"Come on, baby. Grind that ass over here and let it be our little secret." He mumbled, more like a whisper.

I stood in front of him, above him.. staring at the beautiful Creation of God.

God, really did wonders on this one.

He raised a brow, staring at me.

I didn't want to do this and I didn't want to back down either.

He grabbed my wrist and tugged me down. I landed on his lap.

"Let's switch off the lights," I said.

He chuckled. His voice was like velvet to my ears.

"And why's that?"

"And then cover the curtains," I mumbled again.

L'Angelo said nothing amidst my inner turmoil, he
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