Divorce Countdown: The CEO Moves Right In

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a Vanderbilt nun. Are you really going to go ten more months without getting laid? Julian

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, rebellious part of her, exhausted from be

reviewing the recent transactions for the credit card Chloe used. It was a habit, a way of keeping tabs. His e

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d in his head. I have no other choice

as she serious? Was she already acting on her threat? The thought was a physical blow, knock

in finance who worked at the same firm as her fiancé. He and Chloe were

loe's arm. "Don't look now, but I

he counter with a glass of whiskey in his hand, was Julian. He wasn't looking at th

, suggestive lighting of the bar, he had seen her sm

he feeling of being watched, of being hunted, made the hair on her arms stan