His Little Temptress
he asked, his gaze flicking between Damien’s face and the phone in his hand.
“It’s none of your business,” Damien barked. “If you don’t have anything important to say, get out.”
“Come on, talk to me,” Vladislav drawled, unfazed. “I can help you out, Wolfe. You know, I’ve been in this game longer than you. I could teach you a thing or two about winning her heart.” He threw him a playful wink.
Damien shot him a cold glare but didn’t bite back this time. His jaw unclenched slightly, and for a moment, it almost looked like he might actually respond. He licked his lower lip, searching for words he probably shouldn’t say.
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