The Billionaire Who Called Me Boring

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nger now. "Brylee. Your 'passion.' Your 'thrill.'

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said, my voice cold as ice. "It'

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ing my lips. "And what happened? You ran to her the moment

in the air, a p

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desperate now. "Anything you want.

ce filled with a finality that shook even me. "

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about this. Don't mak

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ction spreading through me, "I'm l

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