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To Put A Leash On The Master

To Put A Leash On The Master

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Chapter 1 Hunter

Word Count: 2201    |    Released on: 07/11/2024

EID

I throw a glance over my shoulder to wash

sooner and unease seizes my

. There, I bend over, hands on my knees as I gasp for air but stan

's wallet wouldn't get him near those brown

er belt of the same color, resting briefly on the red tie over a crisp white shirt that's tucked n

ust tired; tired like I had just fi

d me already, and the

ut, my shoulders drop

h, the man stops ascending

de and says flatly. "Come n

EIGHT H

I've spent the past eight hours preparing for the ev

before inclining against it, sniffing in crisp

e. And I'm pleased with how the snowflakes drop slowly. But then t

uc

as not to piss off the person in the bathroom. His

aring underpants while sling

with a raspy voice. 'And leave that phone of yours somewhere that's

one and tap an

e you my address it was to c

age pops in

volec: *cry

le as my fingers danc

py birthda

: I want only yo

n my mind called worry. Worry that I may never get to see my lover in real lif

ing for over a year. I'm certain I made the right choic

nd I can't tell him that I'm a servant who can't go o

tell their

at I work as a caregiver and ha

l see each

a thin line. Nope. That doesn't pass. There's no use leading him on when

e rascal. Do u li

while typing that, but I don't get to send it befor

ly sliding the patio doors shu

he ironing board to put them on the hanger, D

l he didn't catch me snea

inquires after glan

Morton's servant, but I'm

tly arrange the pants alongside a matchin

can finally have time for myself, which is why I'm now brus

... with high hopes. Ones that get cru

, before his eyes settle on me again. "

I'm no fuckin

in less than an hour. We can't have him witness your clumsiness." He leaves without closing the door,

y,

st settle, do they?"

understand why they keep pushing the matter as

ar at the same age. We lived in separate mansions

fteen with the rights to manage a company of our choice, and

in his time. Whoever does that could keep their shares

string and I ended up stripped of my s

might as well lick a blobfish's

m. The guy's too gross for my liking. Even his

e room, hitting the send bu

fro the hallway. That isn't a surprise since n

ws him, will reveal himself for the first time

appearance, the company he's been managi

he public insane, especially the ladies who

efinitely not me. I can imagine myself sitting in a corner, scrunching my

l recycled

n a rather slow line of ser

rfect, mama. Thank you. D

s that doesn't replay in my mind every damn time and I'm about to hop to

: I took it for

owing a set of well-aligned white teeth

eye. And even though he often sets plans

ay the video w

gud btw. Did u

yesterday. I'm now heading som

s qui

di:

st family matters and the

s somthin I

someone from the back of the

an we ta

e phone away before Sa

but I retain my composure for the sake of it, though I believe it still shows on my face. Th

Now all she sees is the handsome dude glaring through my lock-screen w

ide. She tilts her head, smirking as she drawls. "Hunter, spiiicy

ulge in fang

uck off,"

e's gorgeous," she moans, and I can only think of trolls devo

't t

this baby while I crack the password." She cackles before turning to bail.

like the young miss would consider that. She merely stops

rack, girlie', as I'm more irritated by how she says girlie with the 'r' slurred t

unless she's ready to rack the phone to pie

e easy one-food tasting. After all, Dad Tad said t

ums, however severe as they may be, have already formed patter

. And although I hadn't found the time to bathe, I jo

pulls up before us, each with

as Paparazzi charge at the cars, crowds pushing, uni

Griffin. Left to the latter, this event

t's the hair. A silver-blonde tone to several darks could never correlate. It's undercut too,

f his black Tuxedo jacket quarters. He shoves his left hand into his poc

smiling looks too f

o

want to push him to his damn seat and bloody fuck

nt. Naïve. Positive thoughts. Cum-free mind... Uhm... Not while I'

vagina to weep and leave me milking underneath. And nothing-not even t

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