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TO THE BEGINNING OF ETERNITY
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2025-09-22 06:16:10Deimos' POV
I must be losing my god-damned mind. Ever since we got here, I've been tossed around by my fake fiance like a rag doll, cancelled three reservations, walked till my feet hurt and got lost twice. And for some foolhardy reason, I didn't mind it all. Seeing her smile at me like I just gave her the world when I'm only following her around like a damn puppy made me feel... good? Better than I felt when she stepped out of the bathroom last night with that little black gown, and those seductive eyes. And that scent. Does she know she's driving me crazy? If I'd known booking one room would mean sleeping on the couch so I don't jump someone's daughter, I'd have asked for two. The way I'm seeing things, I'll be more stressed out by the time we leave than when we got here. Someone drops a cup of tea by my side with a professional smile. I take a sip, still contemplating. After lunch, Anesha finall
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The Billionaire's Naughty Christmas Bride TO THE BEGINNING OF ETERNITY
Deimos' POV I must be losing my god-damned mind. Ever since we got here, I've been tossed around by my fake fiance like a rag doll, cancelled three reservations, walked till my feet hurt and got lost twice. And for some foolhardy reason, I didn't mind it all. Seeing her smile at me like I just gave her the world when I'm only following her around like a damn puppy made me feel... good? Better than I felt when she stepped out of the bathroom last night with that little black gown, and those seductive eyes. And that scent. Does she know she's driving me crazy? If I'd known booking one room would mean sleeping on the couch so I don't jump someone's daughter, I'd have asked for two. The way I'm seeing things, I'll be more stressed out by the time we leave than when we got here. Someone drops a cup of tea by my side with a professional smile. I take a sip, still contemplating. After lunch, Anesha finall
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