MR BILLIONAIRE’S REGRET
"Oh, your obsession over her died. I can't believe this, I mean…”
“Nothing lasts, James, now can we stop talking about Cassie?” I cut him, and he defensively raised his arms.
"Yes, boss,” he joked, and I nodded. “Look at her, she's a ten. I know it's still early, but she can help you get to evening without losing your mind.” He bit his lips as he looked at a striper, and I rolled my eyes. “I thought you were over Cassie, what could stop you now?”
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