My Billionaire Rock Star Threesome
A guitar case leant against the side of the non-descript black 4wd, and she dumped the suitcase beside it before retrieving a violin case.
“Interesting,” Victor agreed. “Nice arse,” he added when the woman dove deeper into the boot, pulling out a folder and a laptop bag. “Very nice.”
“Oh, hey,” she caught sight of them out of the corner of her eye, and turned, resting her hips against the car as she took them in, looking from one to the other, head to toe, with thorough scrutiny. Whatever assessment she was making, they passed, Victor thought, as she pushed off the car and straightened. “I am Mirage. You are Vice and Victor.”
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