His Cure (Being His Exclusive Writer)

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into his life, he was ready to throw his past behind him. But, he got betra

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on the table beside him and in

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back and held o

as hor

a party drum and she felt

has she gotten

re piercing his angry

worthy of a sad story and that's enough.

something spicy and... sweet. I wan

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tightly and fidget

im and flashed h

write a new one downstair

there and, oh, you could make yourse

was staring at and it lande

he percolator and she

s totally not nece

cup of coffee..

neck and gave her nose a

d a cup from the opened box beside it before tappi

ugar?, it's in there also."Gregory crossed his arms

lk."Beatri

ulled back the drawer and b

d used it to scoop

u like milk?"

tirring the coffee

he gett

e at her not long ago and

retch me up.. so

s his turn

u like

hed and she sta

I just want one that will make me laugh or probably a sweet but pu

back with a

r coffee and w

before placing i

te in her notepad and s

fortable as she felt h

even look back

this done with

minutes, sh

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re he was, he watch

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t married, and not just to any person but a

e's got her life to live."a

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it."Beatrice cl

clears he

ed soon? When all what teenagers wishes for is just to attend their dream college, travel around and become succe

tively. His face now held a beautiful and flustere

lf becoming free wi

it."she

toes then her lips widened out in a smile. The Mafia Lord, Raphael was lost with words. *How dare her look him like

d not ready to remove the huge smile on her face. Now, the question is, why does A

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ant

o say he like it?*

apter. Should I read it to you

eave me dying in suspense.

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wards the door and pulle

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