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SEVENTY-SEVEN

Author: Betty__Kris
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SEVENTY-SEVEN

Wrong move, wife.

A very wrong move, wife.

Alessandro was finding it hard to contain the storm brewing inside him. Not in his wildest imaginations had he ever thought that a woman would drive him this crazy—a woman could make him want to lose control.

Not just any woman—it was this one.

The one sitting right across him, just close to this loser Rafael. He watched her as she swayed her hips seductively while trying to sit close to Rafael before she finally sat that ass down. Nothing could have prepared him for this moment.

And they say patience is the greatest virtue. Whoever made that quote was probably drunk at that moment, and out of their damn mind.

“Shall we proceed?” Rafael asked, his eyes gleaming with victory.

Still gnashing his teeth,he nodded. “Yes,” the answer seemed more forced than normal.

He was a pro at this. He was never one to lose at a poker game no matter how hard his opponent tried and Rapheal knew that too well, because every fucking time he would alw
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