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dating at the age of 20 when I had trusted and dated the wro

s after all the eligible son to the father who owned a millionaire wor

r she would come crying, telling me lies. Like her cousin is gravely sick and needs money. Some days it would be, my father owes someone

digger. To solve it, we finally made a bet. I had to lie to the so-called love

still be with me. Instead I got proved wrong, after I told her I was now

n-dollar company instead. Dubbed one of Forbes richest business men, I had been doing r

and longed to have a partner by my side.

d digger, it was difficult fo

rom being overrun by a car. I was glad to have decided to go jogging outsi

house. One which had been nearby and had medical supplies. It was the first time ever to feel my body react t

ing that I make that reckless driver

a green robot and almost

n the extra room and mad

arp memory, I had easily caught the number plate of the car as it sped away. Removing my shir

surprised me with the lamp that was aimed and headed for my head. Luckily, I had quick reflexes, a s

already in pain from my pained injured back and yet she wanted to add more pain on my head. I felt she was being so ungrateful, maybe one of those self entitled women. But then she

ers that were peeking out from her rain wet lacey and sexy dress. Did I turn her on too? It made me gulp

quickly pointed to the extra clothes and red dre

stayed in that room any longer, I would follow her there. Then she would think I was some horny man trying to take advantage and rape her

ng to clients mostly old men, about business. Even if tomorrow was a weekend, I was a self-appointed workaholic and worke

ode. She was still looking so fucking hot even while wrapped in that white bath robe.

wanted and have her leave to make the torture stop. My libido was going hay wire as

s and if she wanted to wear something else. I would have not minded

ards me, then shocked me with the shy

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