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Author: 💩 Juicy Fantasies đŸŒ¶ïž
last update publish date: 2026-07-15 14:55:46

CLAY'S POV

Anyta was already outside when I pulled up.

Standing on the steps of the building in a cream blazer and dark trousers, her bag over one shoulder, her phone in her hand.

She looked up when the car stopped and something moved briefly across her face before it settled back into neutral.

I leaned over and pushed the door open.

She got in without a word.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning." She clipped her seatbelt and looked straight ahead as I pulled back into traffic.

The silence in the car
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