Forgotten Night With My Boss
The word left her lips flatly, without a trace of emotion.
Marielle stood there with a self-satisfied air, clad in a striking red halter top that hugged her figure, a silky black skirt that shimmered under the office lights, sheer black stockings, and heels that clicked with confidence. Her lips, painted a daring crimson, curved into a smug smile.
"Cool," Marielle said, her voice laced with teasing. "But actually, I was just about to make him coffee too. Naunahan mo lang ako. Sayang!" Tumawa pa ito nang bahagya, as if it was just a joke.
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