Wrong Room: Trapped By The Ruthless CEO

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chest as hard as stone, the impact knocking the air from her lungs. Sh

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against her heated skin. His towering frame completely eclipsed the city lights, trapping

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her toward

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for breath. She caught her reflection in the vast, gold-trimmed mirror. A pale

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