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The Playboy's Dirty Games (completed)

Chapter 5Ā 5

Word Count: 1189 Ā Ā Ā |Ā Ā Ā  Released on: 23/07/2024

ly, "but Donovan Kincaid has approached me

was working for his father and wanted to sell me on their financial trusts.

ing and also brilliant. He was passionate about his work and the things that he thought we could accomplish. I was attracted

my father could've been had my f

lly meant it. But after waking up this morning to the news that Darrell

r asked. I supposed my mother did pay attention to so

he's come up with an agreement where I could marry someone from

, peering at me with that cut-the-bullshit look. She'd

thought

mpany with Dyson's advertising subsidiary. It wouldn't be an outrageous loss. Dyson barely does anything in advertisin

didn't know that much abou

at much about Dyson Med

business in general, if I was

the hell w

eaming too big. I stood and walked to the edge

ith Donovan this afternoon. I was going to turn his offer down when we met, but then I saw what D

he deck and knew my mother was coming over to me

because you knew you could," she said

hed a

you need to in order to get your hands on it. I'm sorry I'm not a better advocate

ting it when

it's amazing and wonderful that you want to do something so bold and grand. But your father never got things done by doubting himself. He certainly didn't get where he was by

er stare, searching for every bit of reassurance. With her

your father's balls." She pulled me into a tight hug that wa

ure that it had come out unscathed. Just then, the old gr

et going if I'm going to get to Midtown by one-thirty. So much for grabbing lunch first. Thanks,

ridge," she said, standing to give m

will." I st

d until I turned to give her my full attention. "

t met the groom. I won't agree if the guy's lame. It's a fake

od-looking! Wouldn't it be nice if a wom

plan was going to be a real option, he couldn't know I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I had to be

ld own that meeting

h

aid-correction, demanded-from his seat on the couch

his after-lunch Scotch since he didn't have a han

e couch. "I don't know how you talked me into this. You laced my drin

her sober when you

lding we rented, and the view was spectacular. We'd designed the space so all of us had floor-to-c

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