After A Night With A Billionaire

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of my lip when he kissed me that caused me to cry out, unsure if I was feeling pleasure or pain. When the tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, I winced and he gave me an odd look. "Shit, Flower, tel

hter of Governor Peterson. Yes, The one and only Governor Peterson. And oh boy, there were certain expectations of me. Let's just say that no one – at least no one normal – was exactly cla

day Mark broke up with me came with many thoughts. And the next day, I made my decision. Enough was enough. I was eighteen, a legal adult. I was headed to Yale, and I sure as hell wasn

nearly growling. "This isn't your first time, is it?" "Of course, it's not, jackass," I lied, my jaw set, forcing an a

ry with military-like precision. "Dahli

w David

re. Surely everyone in here can se

know

me. I know how it feels when I come on him, digging my fingernails into his shoulders as I cling

n what was inarguably the most awkward morning after exchange in the history of mornings after – the boy I hadn't spoken to since he did the deed

for a sleepover at Racheal's. I tried to reassure myself as I thought of what to answer my father. My father would have already throttled him with his bare h

my voice little more than a croak. "I

n it. His lips turn up on the edges. The image of him above me, those

humiliation, I swear I am a second away from experiencing it. My father, apparently oblivious to what has to be the now-bright pink color of

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I haven't even registered that there was another person in the room. Stella Sterling. David's mother. She's an A-lis

and David in

f political fundraiser, even though that migh

ush it out. "Hello, Dahlia." Stella steps forward and extends her hand. She's looking at me with the kind of

oking at me the way she is, my father speaks

to make, and we want the two of

dn't bring myself to look at him. Instead, I stand there paralyzed, afraid to draw in a breath, watching as D

ard a certain collision. I know what my father is going to say bef

ave been shielded from it at boarding school. That wasn't intentional on our part. We meant to tell each of you ove

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