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k glass center table held a few favorite books and a vase with fresh flowers, adding a pop of color to the room. The bathroom, a true haven, boasted a large tub, perfect for long soaks, and a separate walk-in shower with a rainfall showerhead. The walls, tiled in gleaming white marble, seemed to glow in the soft light. The walk-in closet, a fashionista's dream, was spacious enoug

eparing a snack and chatting. I joined them, pouring myself a bowl of cereal and sitting at the kitchen isl

ge from the company, tell me to come in on Monday as early as 7 am for briefing. I w

ssistant, right? I've heard the boss is... intense. He's like a

ide with excitement. "But I've also heard he's real

went on, filled with laughter and conversation, until we

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a Sunday morning. I got out of bed, unable to sleep anymore

at. When I was done, I dried myself up, did my hair, put on a short and crop top, and slipped on

aking videos and selfies as I listened to music on my AirPods.

fast. I approached the counter and placed my order. When I finishe

yes on. His looks earned him stares from both girls and boys al

g wet as I imagine him touching me and the way I would moan under his touch. I could feel my hea

he said with a thick French accent that was laced wit

oke up, "You spilled coffee all over me and didn't even apologize

me, and you couldn't s

xcuse me, I have better things to do with my time," he replied, shoving