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Midnight Pleasures 39

Author: Mia Moans
last update publish date: 2026-10-01 21:27:52

Chloe’s POV

I woke up already irritated, I had barely opened my curtains when my phone started buzzing on the bedside table. I reached for it, glanced at the screen, and immediately regretted it.

Three messages from the guy I had kicked out from my bedroom that day. Seriously, rhe guy should move on.

Two from my best friend and one from someone I had absolutely no interest in speaking to.

I tossed the phone back onto the bed. “Perfect.”

I dragged myself out of bed and headed towards the bathro
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  • Midnight Pleasure: 30 Shades Of Short Steamy Stories    Midnight Pleasures 38

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