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Thank God for Towels

Penulis: Jade Lane
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-15 21:25:02

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Anthony’s house could not be called a home—it was too grand. When we met, I remembered him telling me he was in finance, but I didn’t think he’d be loaded like this. His wealth intimidated me when I first arrived in the luxury gated community. There was a guard shack with an actual guard in uniform with a firearm operating his post. If Jonathan weren’t with me, there would’ve been no chance that I would’ve been granted access to the illustrious Emerald Falls. The winding streets, free of potholes and debris, took me through a picturesque community brimming with foliage I didn’t think was achievable in our dry Texas climate. The towering homes on large acreage left me speechless, and the community pool and water park excited me like a kid on Christmas. All I could think about was Nori happily splashing and running through the splash pad. My mouth dropped when I approached Anthony’s house.

I pulled behind him into the circular driveway, and I was in awe of the three-story cream-c
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