The Billionaire Trap
His language was crude, sharp, emotionless, nothing like the Zack I'd spent the night having a series of orgasms in his hands.
"Sofia," Alex called, glaring as though he was about to tear me open.
"Keep whatever thoughts you've in mind away, you are in my house and if at all, you should only think about me," he said and I glanced at my father, feeling the credulous way this bastard spoke to me.
"Is this what you're selling me out for, father? this bastard that I can't even think of anything else apart from him, I'm sure you heard what he said..."
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