Too Late, Mr. Billionaire
“Just get out.”
Lia didn't look like she'd heard me, instead, she closed the distance between us and kissed me.
I resisted for exactly one second before frustration, jealousy, and anger collided into something reckless. I kissed her back, hard, pushing her against my desk.
She wasn't Anyta, but if I squinted, or closed my eyes, I would imagine that it was her, her scent, her moans in my ear.
Papers slid over the smooth surface, something clattered to the floor. The kiss turned messy, desperate in a way I knew would bruise Lia’s lips.
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