After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé
Don’t be weak, the bedazzled diva in my brain whispers frantically.
“That’s okay.” His voice is a low, haunting growl. “I can show you. Come here.”
For a moment, I can swear I’m hypnotized. My body, soul and mind is attuned to Bhyron’s every word. It’s like a magnetic pull. I’m trapped.
“No. N-No…”
His eyes are half shut, his voice is a p**n star’s dream;
“I said come here, Amani.”
My brain screams at me to break down that door and run as fast as I can away from this man, but my stupid feet shuffle towards Bhyron until I’m kneeling before him, between his thighs, completely at his mercy.
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