Bitten By The Billionaire: My Darkest Night

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n the floor. The kitchen

glass, industrial-grade and spotless. It looked like a plac

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instant, the

the exit signs were disabled.

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stand up, letting a

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the room

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. It was light as a fea

screamed at her to strike, to drive her elbo

, pressing against her