The Billionaire's Secret Obsession: She Is Mine

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as a low, guttural growl that vibrated through the

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at there, the engine idling with a heavy,

focating. He didn't honk. He didn't

heavy, invasive stare burning through that black glass, pinnin

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ipstick. The back of her hand brushed agai

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k and shot up to her feet. She did not want to deal with w

ench coat, gave a stiff, quick bow toward

onse. The air between the

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on. The blinding white beams hit her back, casting a mas

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and money for a scratch on his hood. She braced hers

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