Trapped By The Billionaire Doctor's Debt

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shoulders covered in dark red marks. Fragments of last night's frantic,

bed, a tall man stood with his back to her, s

r cufflinks of his tailored shirt. At the sound

ld eyes pierced through the morning

her throat. She instinctively grabbed the slipping blanket and yanked it up

mocking smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth

f the heat from last night in his eyes. It was a pure

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raspy but stubborn. "You promised ten thousand dollars as a

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rs clamped around her jaw, forcing h

e a low, magnetic rumble that vibrated against h

ars of pure humiliation pricked her eyes, but she cl

"This was a transaction!" she yelled, her chest heaving

eyes deepened. He straightened his pos

a sleek, custom-embossed checkbook. With a gold fountain pen, he quickly scr

of trash, landing on the nigh

lue," he said coldly. "One hun

It felt like he had just stomped on her chest with a steel-toed

fist and threw it as hard as

ttered to the carpet. Clifton's eyes dar

ly off the far side of the bed, she snatched up her cr

ection. She bolted for the suite

te footsteps echoed down the corr

e closed door. His jaw was clenched tight, churni

crumpled check. His thumb rubbed uncon

r, slamming it shut with a b

oked down. Against the pristine white sheets,

cted sharply. His

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