Fifty Million Reasons To Hate Him

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d him out in the elevator. He rememb

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waved off the cigar

r," Harris

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hallway, the chaotic noise of

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to his pockets and started w

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female voice, ringing d

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toward the sunken VIP dance floor guarded by

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who tried to grab his arm, his

he Torres Group instantly. They scrambled to unhook the

a massive, sunken pi

d stairs. His eyes scanned the chaotic c

ffering explicit, filthy commentary on t

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oman in the dead c

short it barely covered her thighs. She was

traight hair was styled into wild, voluminous w

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his ribs. The sheer audacit

the woman

a passing tray and threw her head b

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blood in his body rush

together. He gripped the metal railing besid

nd marched back

e booth open. It slammed against

inks, staring in shock at the ab

is suit jacket off

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anded, his voice a leth

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at kind of helpless, traditional

look, but the terrifying aura radiating

ed him out

e VIP dance floor, his eyes fixed on t

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