Devil’s Saints: Taz
She hugged his neck and kissed his cheek.
“Love you, Mr. Chance.”
He squeezed her back and pressed a kiss to her hair. “You too, little princess.”
As he stood up, he looked over at the black-haired beauty. He liked women, and he appreciated the beauty that they each had. This one, with her odd colored eyes and silver streak of hair, had an unusual beauty all her own. Even with the daggers that her eyes were shooting him as she smiled brightly and redirected her class.
Chance went back to his office and his coffee. He desperately needed something stronger in his cup if he was going to be surrounded by women that he could not touch.
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