THE ALPHA KING'S STRIPPER MATE
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I entered the ice rink, and like always, they were training, with a man whose face I couldn't see barking orders at them, telling them what to do.
I took a seat at the bleachers to wait for him, and soon they were done, and the team started picking up the stuff they used in training back to the storage unit. Danny's eyes accidentally met mine, and they narrowed; his lips stretched in a sinister smile.
He left the guy he was picking all the pucks with and started jogging towards me, making me groan.
I am not ready to deal with him.
“Hi Camilla.” His smile wanted to make me puke, and his sweaty, smelly body was worse.
Bab Populer