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TWENTY-THREE: He Put You On Indefinite Leave

ผู้เขียน: Aria Steele
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I stare down at the corset, not moving to pick it up.

He doesn’t move from the sofa either.

A few minutes pass where neither of us says anything. I just breathe through the silence, my brain whizzing with every possible response, every excuse I can give him.

Even if I just say it is a corset that I own, feigning ignorance of the club, I know that he knows it is the exact same one. He spends hours running his hands over it, studying it as he watches my body react in each session. T
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