Claimed By My Ex's Ruthless Brother

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the duvet to her chest, her hear

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dark hair was damp, water tracing paths down his torso

anic with detached amusement. But beneath the amusement, there was somethin

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was tigh

your trouble.

in his chest. The sound of pure mockery. He dropped the towel and walk

mattress. With the other, he tilted he

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ceased. Her bo

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nswer. He simply held her gaze, his expression unreadable,

he line of her spine

you want, Giselle," h

allure of his offer. "I don't nee

softened,

. Can we please just fo

s eyes-not anger, not amusement, but something closer to uncertainty, qui

d was absolute. "I fin

, leaving nothing behind. He

you want

here, clutching the duvet, as he mov

uttoning his cuffs, "you'

black business card

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st, silent room. The rumpled bed was a test

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not a coi

had walked into with