Rejecting The Billionaire's Contract Marriage

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nto the open

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e just having a really bad week. Dumped by Vance, and

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grabbed a wad of paper towels and

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ff the desk and stepped in

nows you only got this job by spreading your legs for Va

ck. She reached out and yanked t

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s. She planted her feet, twiste

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rd the model spun around and c

nt dead silent. You

ng red cheek. Her eyes

ser. "Or I'll call your sugar daddy's wife and tel

bed a heavy metal stapler off the desk

into the glass partition behind her. The glass sha

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