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Bought By The Coldhearted Media Mogul

Chapter 7 7

Word Count: 605    |    Released on: Today at 15:29

pery in Cinthia's

e," Adrian said. He c

pencer said, his tone bored. "Standard

reached for the glass of water Miles h

d was s

up she had brought up earlier-the o

la

rk, hot liquid cas

onto the grey wool of Adrian's trouser

nd, there

like he had been burned by acid. His breath hitched, a

mn

ite. A stark, bloodless white that ti

, horrified. "I'm so

he table. Without thinking, she dropped to her kne

brushed h

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anger; it was the sound of an animal

ed her hand away. The force of his re

ed against the sharp corner o

A sharp, blinding spike of

ball on the rug, c

went deat

, his playful smile gon

t the spot where she had touched him, his eyes dilated with s

. It was something e

encer said s

He took a ragged breath, forcin

," he

there, helping Cin

d, his voice hollow. "Spencer

private bathroom attached to the offic

stinging her eyes. Her knee thro

at her. He didn't

voice was colder now. "You triggere

gge

ed the pen. Her hand shook, but s

hia

ed her l

she wh

a tissue. "Come

d, pulling herself up. Her knee bu

d to the

secretaries were standing near the water cooler. They went si

looks. Excited,

. She wanted to disappear. But she knew, with a s

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