Mated To The CEO
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He abruptly snatches me, closing the distance between us, putting his hand on the back of my head. All the hair on my body rises on alert; one wrong move I might shapeshift in here. His masculine scent infiltrated me with so much finesse. Damn, he smells divine.
"What the hell--"
"Shut your mouth; those thugs are after me; I need your help."
His baritone tone is manly, very manly which catches me off guard a little. No one can lay a finger on me; he is the first man ever to touch me. I'm with a stranger in a strange position. How annoying can this night be?
"Alright, Mister, I will give you three seconds to let me go, or else you might lose your hands." My tone is cold and d
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