Falling in love with the Devil’s son
And with trembling hands, I picked up the pen and appended my signature to the file.
A devilish grin formed on Luke’s face, as he stood up from the chair, “Good girl. You can still reach out to me if you want to get fucked,”
“I will rather fuck the devil than let you ever touch me again,” I snapped back.
He grinned, “Your loss, bitch,” he turned around and made his way to the door with his Lawyer who had just sat there as a loyal spectator. He was about to pull the doorknob when he paused, swerving his face around to glance at me, “Elena, if you ever think of telling anyone…” he trailed off for a moment as if to make the words sink in. And then, he continued.
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