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The billionaire's trifling romance:Her revenge I love you
He pulled his mouth away from Sam’s breast, his eyes dark with intent. He pulled off whatever clothing she still had on in seconds, jumped down to the edge of the bed, and peeled off his jeans and boxers until he was bare.His cock stood long, thick, and hard.Sam’s breath caught as she saw his hard cock. She instinctively spread her legs while grabbing the sheets as Jimmie stroked his cock with his eyes locked on hers.“You want my dick?”“Yes… I want your dick, Jimmie… please.”But he didn’t put his dick into her immediately. He pulled her down toward the edge of the bed until her ass was right at the edge. He started with his fingers. His fingers pushed into the slick heat between her thighs and finger-fucked her so much that she couldn’t take it anymore. She tried to push his fingers away, but she was too weak to do that.He finally removed his hand and replaced it with his mouth. He closed his mouth around the trembling bud at her center flicking it slightly before sucking hard.
The billionaire's trifling romance:Her revenge I've missed you
Sam’s body betrayed her instantly. She melted into his hold, gripping his shirt as her thighs clenched.This wasn’t just touch — this was every unspoken apology, every memory she forgot almost rising to the surface.He cupped her face like she was the most fragile thing he had ever touched — then kissed her like he's been starving."You're wet already, aren't you?" he growled against her lips, sliding his hands up her inner thigh. "Hmm, you're so wet."She whimpered, pressing against him.His hands were already on her hips, dragging her forward across the smooth glass surface of the table in his study until her thighs hit the edge.Her breath hitched as his fingers moved under her skirt, bunching it up around her waist without hesitation. The air was cold against her bare skin. He looked down at her and mouthed the words, "You're so beautiful."She couldn’t form a reply. Her throat was dry and her pulse pounded between her legs. Her thighs parted slightly — needy, aching, inviting. S
The billionaire's trifling romance:Her revenge Crossing the line
Everything was slipping out of my grasp, unraveling faster than I could hold it together. My emotions were unraveling faster than I could hold them together.That Saturday afternoon, it started with one message — small, harmless. And somehow, that was all it took for everything to start slipping. A message from Jimmie. Nothing dramatic, just something short:> Can we go over the new contract drafts tonight? My place might be quieter.I stared at it for a long minute, my thumb hovering over the screen.There was nothing wrong with the request. We’d worked late plenty of times before. Yet something about the invitation unsettled me — not because I feared him, but because I didn’t.After that night at the office, we carried on as if nothing had happened, but I noticed it — the long stares, the occasional eye contact, the thumping in my chest, the tension that rose within me whenever he passed behind me.My heart quickened. I should have said no — but instead, I typed:> Sure. Text me the
The billionaire's trifling romance:Her revenge I'm a married woman
The next day, Ethan went to work with me. According to him, he was “watching me so I wouldn’t go astray.”He watched like a hawk. I tried my best to avoid Jimmie.When it was time for lunch, Ethan went down to the cafeteria while I remained at my desk, buried deep in work, hoping I wouldn’t find him in the crowd — or even think about him for a minute.But my mind betrayed me.I stood up to go to the bathroom to wash my face. Maybe that would help clear my head a little.I washed my face and was in the process of drying it when I heard the bathroom door open.It was Jimmie.“Mr... Mr. Hendrix, what are you doing? This is the ladies’ room.”“This is my company, and I’ll do whatever I want.”“Mr.—”“Why have you been avoiding me?”He took a slow step forward, hesitation flickering in his eyes — as if even he wasn’t sure what he’d do next.I moved backward until my back hit the wall.“I... I didn’t. What are you talking about?!”“What is this?!”He asked, looking down at my neck. What is
The billionaire's trifling romance:Her revenge This is bad
After that night, things between us changed — subtly, but irrevocably.Our conversations grew easier — the silences, less tense.I began laughing again, sometimes even surprising myself with the sound.We became friends again. I still hadn’t told him I remembered our childhood, but this was nice too.Jimmie listened when I spoke about my confusion — about how some mornings I woke feeling as if I’d lived two lives and didn’t know which was real.He never interrupted, never told me what to feel.He just sat quietly, fingers laced, eyes full of something I couldn’t decipher.Once, after I’d been talking for nearly an hour, I asked,“Why do you care so much, Jimmie? You barely know me.”He hesitated, then said softly,“Maybe I knew you once.”The room went still.He’s talking about our childhood, right?!I tried to smile, but my heart stumbled.“That’s not funny.”“It wasn’t a joke.”---On Friday, I found a cinnamon flower on my desk — no note.I stared at it for a long time, tracing the
The billionaire's trifling romance:Her revenge I crave this man's touch
"You've made a lot of improvement, and that's a good thing.""Thank you, Doc.""I know you're still curious to know about the four years that you skipped, but just give it time, okay? Slowly, your brain will bring up these fragments and connect them to your present.""I don't know again, Doc... all my life, I thought I didn't have a mother. I thought I was an orphan who got lucky and got married into Ethan's family. Remembering all this now still confuses me... a lot.And I still can't remember what exactly happened inside that fire... I remember being under the table with Mum... then she told me to run. But I don't remember how I got outside at all. The next thing I knew, I was outside with Jimmie.""Jimmie?!""Yeah... he was my childhood best friend. I met him again as an adult, and I feel drawn to him in a way... I don't know if it's because he's the only one I remember from my childhood or if I met him again as an adult during those four years I missed. Also, I remember him callin
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