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eetings. My father is wanting me to take over for him sooner than usual. I had just returned from Chicago. I was there for several weeks

the rat. He was double crossing us and selling to the Irish group. We too

hef from Vito’s for our downtown pub. My father had brought her some of the food that was served at the

without a word after we found out he was slacking and stealing supplies for

y want me to marry Jacques’s daughter to better our alliance. I do not like arranged marriages. It nev

was sitting in the corner of the waiting area. I heard a gasp and kept walking. I needed

o my father’s office. I knocked and walked in to find my father deep in thought.

r and my father was furious because I did not want to marr

ike the rest of the woman in our world. Someone who can hold

r.” My fath

like m

chef. Make sure the chef has everything they need. This person is new but creates wonderful food.

father. Any

hat was that look, my father j

s that we grew up with were high maintenance, spent too much money and wore too much make-up

in my tracks and listened to the words. How sad the song was. But a beau

ghts, oh no, I'll s

so much more a

'll hear the words

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young woman lost her footing and ran into me. She fell back dropping everything

My dick is at attention. Dark eye lashes. She looked up into my eyes, then looked back down

to her to help her up. She was scrambling away. Like s

an idiot. I was my fault. I will be out

I should have been watching wh

helped her stand up and picked up her bag. I grabbed her clipboard an

. Look at me.” I raised my hand slowly under her chin and she jerked

ass and ran past me. I blinked and stood there. What the hell happen

er bus stop. Which is two blocks away. It was late at night, not safe for a young woman to be

said quietly