My Pretty Little Object
Instead, he focused back on his phone, muttering a curse as he pulled it up to his ear.
“First of all, I want a goddamn flip phone.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed, which wasn’t something I did often, so it was throaty rather than the lighter laugh of normal women. He looked over at me in surprise, and his lips tilted up the slightest bit, making my heart skip a beat in my chest. He didn’t look so damn terrifying when he smiled. “Second, you’ve got a problem at your club. Just found one of the doms holding one of the girls down against her will. His spine is snapped.” I swallowed thickly at that news. He paced the room, stopping to stare at the wall. “Don’t give a fuck, James. Get clean up.”
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