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37: Is My Dot Jealous?

Author: Ms. Anonymous
last update publish date: 2026-01-16 23:15:17
RHEA

“Who’s Wendy Osborne?”

I don’t know what I expect to see on Damien’s face, but it’s not this—his jaw locking tight, hand dragging roughly through his long hair like he’s one second from snapping.

“Is she what this is about?” he mutters, voice low and edged. “Fuck, Dot… Come here.”

I tense. “Damien—”

He reaches back, one strong arm wrapping around my waist. Not rough. Just firm. Unquestionable. He shifts his hips, rolls the bike slightly under us, and guides me forward until I’m no long
Ms. Anonymous

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