Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad
I look at the whores, gesturing them toward Tits.
“Serve him,” I growl.
“Thank you, Pakhan.” Tits sounds happy, but as he leads the whores away from the parlor, he suddenly stops and faces me. A dark, worried look crosses Tits’ face as he announces, “I saw her, Pakhan.”
“Who?” I murmur, confused.
Slowly, Tits confesses. “Princess, your bride. She’s in L.A. as we speak.”
Hearing that, my eyes go owl-wide.
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