Mr Billionaire's Plaything

POV Four

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eps up slowly, tightening my throat, s

ration's anniversary gala. The people here, sleek, powerful, too busy sipping

't have b

have been

told myself it was for the company. For the future. But I knew what

I was speaking with, touches

t know. She was just here. She said some

. "That was nearly

told her to wait. I should've taken her. I

. "It's okay. Let's

tep. I barely see the gilded walls, the floating waiters, or the CEO I came to impress. All I see

restroom door

ans

time. "Sweetheart

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I bite it down. I will not lose

plit up. I'll check the courtyard. Y

y breathing.

ls be damned. My lungs burn, my vision blurs, and the air sme

feel hotter. The music is lou

en, I

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trips ove

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p the second she

r bracelet flies off

scoop her up, bu

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abe

's a question. Like he

hat. Everyone else calls

d her where tha

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'll crumble. Or sc

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ng like she just realized the man I wa

d, talking to him," Ashley s

too sharp. "Thanks aga

orward, voice low but

ightens. "

blink. "She

y no

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rclap waiting to hit, he turns

a Greyson. CEO of Eag

nd to open and

some ghost resurrected in si

respond.

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