The Bad boy I Love Is My Betrothed Husband

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er slumber. I didn't have time for her. Luckily, I was

t want him to see me in the blonde wig. My na

Stephanie to the bed, she rolled over and circ

ve the wig off my head. I tried as much as possible to yank it

ng,

ly, I did look pretty. My hazel eyes are naturally bright, brows are arched

cause of the likeness, I would have been thrown o

xt morning. I turned to Stephanie who was fast asleep, I walked to the bed a

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frowned, I traced her eyes to the spot she wa

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ped on her body. She looked up at me wit

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all hiss escaped my mouth. I moved closer to

ch covered her entire leg. It made

ove the tight. She kept groaning when I touched the spot. I was sure

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yelled. She was yelling too loudly t

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d bit her lower

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londe girl; Emily. All my years of being a casanova, I

s trembled. None of it can I forget. I wished she didn't r

school. Walking out of my room, I noticed s

om mine. The voice penetrated my ear. I knew it

so tight

bian whi

st and walked out. I didn't want to

eplace her with a new roommate. I only needed a roomma

. However, the other room was unoccupied and I hated it. Anjelo had his ow

egret it

g lot, and waltzed into the class. No one was i

nd brought out a cigarette from my bag. Although, smo

, no s

fling beside him walked out with her he

ut of sight, a smile lingered on

oking at

s and threw it to the floor. He stom

smoke when you're

his eyes fi

tongue and loo

lfriend home and they fucked

ar showing how

om Anjelo, I felt like punching him in the

ly have to

aughter throwing his

girl with blonde hair. Wait, I looked back at the blonde hair

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excitement knew no bounds. I couldn't believe I met he