The Billionaire Alpha Calls me Mate
“Sylvie, this isn’t right. Please stop.”
Undeterred, Sylvie’s fingers began to unbutton his shirt with deliberate precision, her intentions clear. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Jake. I know what we have is special,” she murmured, her voice a sultry blend of confidence and determination.
As she continued, Jake stood abruptly, his face contorted with anger and discomfort as he caught her wrists. “Sylvie, stop. This isn’t what I want. You need to accept that we’re done.” His voice was sharp and strained, a clear reflection of his frustration and the revulsion he felt at her persistence.
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