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She ran off now full-blown sobbing. I didn’t get to see her features well because of her hasty exit but I had seen a smear of mascara running down the length of her face. I should be on my way by now. Make a run for it. There was nothing to see but a heartless prick who believe he was God’s gift to women but his phone rang. I decided to stay back for a second. It wouldn’t hurt to listen in more. I haven’t blown my cover yet and it wasn’t like I will ever see him again. Perhaps, I will see a side of him that is human and not the condescending twat that had just exhibited his lack of sympathy mere minutes ago. “You know I have always hated men having too much power for so long.” He started. “Especially old men.” Okay, there goes my theorem of him being more human than I thought and then rolling my eyes, I took a step forward about to walk away. “And now I have two options. Kill the motherfucker or get myself a trophy wife that will leave when I get what I want.” DAMON’S POV I wa
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JULIA’S POVI stopped in my tracks when I heard him mention murdering someone. Am I about to witness a plot of murder I thought. Chills ran down my spine and my head felt light, my knees wobbled, and my mouth suddenly became dry as I became aware of how stupid I had been to wander around when I was this drunk. I should call someone I thought fumbling for my bag.“Have you ever heard that it is disrespectful to eavesdrop on someone’s conversation,” there was a pause. “And not once but twice, pretty little thing?”My bag dropped. That was the hot stranger’s voice and it was closer than it was seconds ago, so close… because he had covered the distance between us and now, he was talking to me. He had a remote with him and just like that, my cover was gone because he had switched on the light at the threshold of the door where I stood and was now taking me in and being very obvious about it.Fuck me!I looked up slowly taking in his Armani pair of impossibly black shiny shoes, black slacks
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