The Don’s Indebted Stripper
“She saw me coming out of your room and asked why I was going into her future room like that if I wasn’t running an errand.”
Amelia shifted her gaze to Owen, her voice dripping with mockery. “Yes, Owen. Since when do you bring your whores into your personal room? Hmm? Thought you were so impersonal, you actually took them anywhere but your room.”
Owen ignored the jab. Instead, he asked, “To what do I owe your visit, Amelia?”
She straightened, smirking. “Came to chase these hungry bitches off. And, you know, say hi to my future husband, of course.”
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