The Billionaire's Aerialist

ecently restored family jewel on the ring finger of that damn thief. Things only escal

the specific pattern he arranged the items, he couldn’t be sure. The most valuable pieces

the floor caught his eyes. Her bag. He smiled wickedly, wondering if she would go back there to get it. No matter how long it took

The bag was a mess, and he shuddered with the view. Clothes and makeup cluttered inside like they held no value. They probably d

ket caught his eye, and by the weight distribution, there was something small inside. When he opened it, a sly smile cr

e had a fucking artistic orgasm with her performance. The woman was so utterly alluring he almost

eed. He gritted his teeth at the thought and scanned the room again for more

and stealing the fucking ring. The vein on his neck was almost popping and the poor bedroom desk must have draw

something to make her pay. Maybe tie her up with her presentation tool, that giant red fabric. Preferably st

tly, causing him to open his eyes and close his slightly pa

got whenever I caught you m

, but there were moments her filter simply went out the window. He liked

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the need to explain to his mother why

haps she didn’t have time to tidy things up, I sho

e is

to congratulate her on the performance. You know the one, Frank, the one with

d flexible performer. He was used to the feeling of his blood boiling in situations such as

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amily emergency. Doesn’t matter, I’ll call her ag

ther. Just give me t

t place. Wonderful job, don’t you think?” His mother’s assistant was an angel fo

ll call Michelle

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nothing, le

was no point in waiting there if she was gone.

cattered pieces of clothing and makeup. ‘Her show was amazing, but she is one messy woman!

it would be when the artist told her a couple had been there doing nasty things, but it wasn’t neat eith

d duffel bag and got out, closing the door behind her. The kind artist would be happy to get her things back, a