I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
His fingers, long, elegant, dusted with calluses, wrapped around the glass stem with effortless control.
And when he swallowed, his Adam’s apple shifted ever so slightly.
I had the strongest, dumbest urge to lean over and lick it.
Jesus.
‘Look away, you thirsty gremlin,’ I barked at myself. ‘Stop leering like a perv.’
No wonder people always say ‘movie, dinner, then sex.’
Or, in Gen Z speak, ‘N*****x and chill’, with the heavy emphasis on the ‘chill’.
There’s a rhythm to it. A build-up.
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