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| 29 | An Inside Job

Penulis: M.Z. Mauve
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[ D O M I N I C O ]

So this is her on a bad day.

I bet she's itching to tell me to get lost. And not in a nice way this time.

My fiancée wants me out of here. As far away from her as possible. She thinks I'm just a pain in her neck, and I get it.

No woman in her right mind would hang around me for more than five minutes. Unless they need something from me. Or they want something from my family and their handy, mostly shady connections.

I'm sitting in this plush couch alone with my buzzing phone. Tired. Restless. Covered in sweat. I sigh and unbutton the front of my shirt.

This humidity is fucking distracting. But still not as much as she distracts me. She doesn't even have to do anything. Merely existing in my peripheral vision is enough to throw me off my game.

I bite back the urge to swear while my pretend girlfriend leans on the front desk, tirelessly greeting clients with a smile that could end wars.

Wait.

Shit.

We're not boyfriend-girlfriend anymore. People think we're get
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Becky Evans
Dominico needs to act on his feelings for Seraphine to let her know ....seems like Dominico is bringing Seraphine deeper into the "business"
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