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MBA come to me. I look back at the bar and take another drink. God, I hate gin. It tastes like I'm sipping the blood of a Christmas tree. When Mr. MBA gets over here, maybe I'll ask him to order me my usual lager. But a full minute passes, and no one appears at my shoulder. I glance down the bar again. Mr. MBA is still drumming his fingers against his glass, and now he seems to be studying the rows of bottles behind the bar.

That would kill all hope of finding any clues along the way to the end. “Understandable. Oh, I came to find you to tell you to look more closely at those hunter types. They came off very sketchy to me. One of them was practically climbing the walls and fences to mess around with the bar owner. Something about a score to settle.” Grace, thankful to Bart’s great relief, changed the subject to something else that was important. “I plan to. Did you get a name?” Bart still had his notebook and pen in his hand. He’d never gotten used to the idea of using a tablet or any other electronic for his initial notes. They were too easy to be tampered with.

And why the hell are those fools drinking by this time? I walked to the counter and took an empty seat. “What can I get you, sir?” The man asked with a smile, and I had to control myself well not to frown. I hated his positive energy. “Water.” The bartender left, and just a moment later, he arrived just as another figure sat beside me. “You better have good news for me, detective.” “Good morning, Mr. Mallory. How was your night?” “Do I look like I'm in a good mood? Do I look like I enjoyed my night?”

I had never come in contact with a 20-year-old woman like Lucinda. She truly felt softer than the fluff of cotton candy. To my even greater surprise, she actually took my hand and placed it right on her chest. Instantly, I could feel her suppleness and tenderness right against my palm. I also felt a hard peak. I couldn't believe that she was actually braless! I pulled my hand back in fright, then whispered in her ear, "You must be mad. I'm close friends with your father." At this moment, Lucinda was blushing, her expression full of unmet desire as she pleaded, "I get this… itch whenever I drink. Just scratch this itch for me, will you, Mr. Glover? Just shield me with your body so my dad does

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Their titles are; "Mr. Billionaire wants me Back" Which will be in both a mobo reader and a good novel And "His perfect Dare". Which will be available exclusively at a good novel. Thanks so much, for all the love. Please keep reading, liking, voting, and commenting but please only positive comments, not violent comments.

March 10, 2026: Author Announcement. My Dear Readers, Thank you for reading this book until the very end. I hope you enjoyed the story between Kenneth Wright and Freya King. "Finding Mr. Perfect" is part of the family series, "Love and Legacy in the House of the Kings." Book 1: Divorced My Cheating Husband, Married A Billionaire Book 2: The Bad Boy Next Room Book 3: Finding Mr. Perfect Note that you can also find Book 2 merged with Book 1, and the same goes for Book 2 and Book 3. It was only later that I decided to separate Freya's story as a standalone.

The 2 guys that left earlier were back, what took them so long? "The guns were delivered." Mr old lad confirmed from the entrance of the room, his announcement made everyone face him. "You talk wetin?" Dubem asked with a stern face. (You talk wetin- what did you say) "Baba talk say dem drop am yesterday"Ayo answered his question while glaring at me "Where are the guns?, Where are the fucking guns??" He asked me. Why in God's name is he asking me. Omoo see wahala. (Baba talk say dem drop am- the man said they dropped them yesterday)

Andrew Andrew Mitchell was the bae of his school, all girls went crazy over him.He had the good looks and the brains. He was a fitness freak yet a foodie and loved sports. He was a MR.POPULAR of his school. Andrew was known for his extra cockiness. But He was also a closed book, he never really opened up to any one. He was this mysterious guy with the looks that could kill anyone. Andrew's life was complicated that made him stern and heartless at times. He did find someone for whom his heart melted.

All he wanted was for me to look at him, even just one more time. However, all his pleas were caught in his throat the moment he saw my ruddy complexion and the calm in my eyes that could only belong to one who was loved. It sadly dawned on him that there wasn’t even a crack in a door in my world to let him in. “You’re back…” He forced a pathetic smile, his eyes fixating on the ring. “You’re… married?” I looked at him with composure. “Yes. The wedding is next month.” Lorenzo’s tears fell, tracing along his hollow cheeks and splashing onto the floor of JFK airport.