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She's the second weapon fashioned against me. I didn't spare the guard a glance as I round the corridors and take the elevator again. I try to keep my mind as blank as possible throughout the car ride. I can only hope I won't go crazy while trying to chase this degree. The car pulls to a stop before the penthouse and I clutch my tote bag which was heavier than how I'd left this morning to my chest. I wince as my eyes land on a neon green buggati. Who the fuck drives such air polluting vehicle these days and a neon green one for fucks sake?

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My assistant, Tasha, rushed towards me. “Is something the matter? You look pale” she said as she got to my side, trying to peek into the letter. “No, everything’s fine,” I whispered. I wish I believed myself. ”It holds next weekend” I continued “At Abu Dhabi” “That’s great, right? I’ve never been there before” she said with a small smile. I wish I could say the same, it was a cursed city to me. “Yes, it’s beautiful” I cleared my throat.”Let’s get back to work.”

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"We must leave a child for Freda." I ate my meal silently, my heart feeling like it had been torn apart. "Timothy is such a good man." Phillip suddenly looked at me. "Not every husband can be so... tolerant." He deliberately emphasized the word 'tolerant', his eyes full of mockery. Carrie glanced at me coldly. "Timothy has no talent, but he's obedient." Fiona immediately defended me, saying, "Mom, don't say that. Timothy is hardworking." Henry scoffed. "Hardworking? What can a normal employee provide for you, Fiona? Phillip drives a Ferrari and lives in a villa, while Timothy can't even afford a decent watch."

the man said, and we greeted with a lowered bow. “I trust you had a good sleep especially after yesterday’s drama,” he asked. “How did you…” Then I thought about Damian’s word How well do you trust this couple? I stammered, “something came up. We’ll be leaving now. Thank you so much.” “So fast?” The woman asked. “Yes, I checked and the car is okay now,” I said. “I’ll be sure to repay you for your kindness in the future, thank you,” I appreciated again and held Ashley’s hand as we left.

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

My thighs kept pressing together under the desk, still tender from yesterday’s orgasm in Professor Black’s office. The book he’d given me felt like a brand in my bag. I had read every marked passage last night, my fingers buried deep in my pussy the entire time, coming over and over while his sharp red notes stared back at me. “Pay attention to the mask.” “What breaks first?” “Guilt is desire wearing velvet.”

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