The Virgin Surrogate And The Billionaire CEO

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shackles. The penthouse was dark except from the reflection from the nearby city lights enterin

of whiskey. His reflection stared back at him from

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ince the meeting. They echoed louder

iage. He didn't care about love. All he wanted

ning around the cup,

ngs his world has never given him. He had a flashback of his mother's voice, faint, soft and full of love. She h

t emotions had no place

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thought he could manipulate him, but Damian is a grown man now, and he would rather

comes a thought. Wha

ontrol. And it carried his name, his legacy. Without it? He would b

is shirt, tossing the jacket on the sofa, he poured himself yet again anothe

up to his lips when the soft

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cting anyone. And, nobody came to

slid open reve

on earlier but still clinging to her curves, her lips painte

d with determinat

he asked, her voice

The glass in his hand

nd she wasn't here t

ace. She didn't wait for an invitation, she carried herself with the boldness of a woman who has absolutely nothing to lose, her

redator does its prey. He wasn't surprised she had come back. Vanes

ding there in silk that clung to her curves. "No re

rowed. " You shou

closer, her fingers trailing the edge of the bar, brushing past the glass Damian had a

You're not pure enough to carry my he

an, this is New York, not some ancient times. You think you'll

nch. " This isn't about luck. It's about co

le. "Chaos keeps life interest

nor did he flinch. He never gave her that satisfaction. But when she reached up

, his voice edged. "This, whatever that is between us, it's c

ose enough for her lips to graze Damian's ear. "You can say whatever you want, Damian, but you

ind him and she never existed. He grabbed his glass and poured himself anothe

e cared about is his father's ultimatum , and the gnawing emptine

y, drowning his whiskey. "But do not have high h

sheets tangled around her legs, watching him as

ng surveying his ki

itterly, "He refused t

going to let any faceless 'ideal' woman steal her position in his life

dedly across the empty space

she whispered, a dangerous

ered, sharp an

onight, not ever. Until D

icy gaze directed at her.

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her like a slap, thro

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