From Jilted Ex To Your Billionaire Stepmother

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in a burgundy silk pajama set and a thin cashmere cardigan, I wal

ning back on the sofa with the top three buttons of his white shir

to slip back upstairs unnoticed, but as I turned

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and walked toward me. With every step, the sme

ar by the stairs. He planted both hands against the sto

leaned down, his warm breath grazing my ear and sending

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our mind? Our ma

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gainst his chest to push him back, my palms flattening again

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