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The Billionaire's Wicked Game

The Billionaire's Wicked Game

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Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 970    |    Released on: 28/03/2025

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est it to the mind, trigger a craving that has nothing to do with hun

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of a s

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as the win

arely lingered

oth as aged

me wanti

ong it took to wedge myself into this tight parking spot. A struggle. A performance, real

rsed, moved forward, reversed again,

ce. Outrageous fees. But today, I neede

charging five dollars for a cup of beans and water? The worst part? I keep paying for it. My own fault. Two coffe

usic drown out my thoughts as I

the same a

rly tanned cougar is still eyeing high school boys-gross. Kid

e I am.

akdown about graduating college. Five years

No dream job.

e is a

pray for a D to magically become a B, plan a vacation you can't a

rize at the end

tions for positions you're not even interested in, dodge calls from

that defines u

ing sun. Either way, my bitter self is surfacing to

ediately seeping through my jeans. Fantastic

sudd

figu

g towa

blonde. His black t-shirt clings to his muscles, his grey sweatpants

next to him that

ader, effortless

ir, barely concealin

stretched over

werful, it's alm

short-c

m wearing three layers, and they're ou

t happ

lock on

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second, the w

oad chest rises and falls, his breath a mix of frost and fire. Sweat t

in my body screaming

a harassment charge. I ca

rl tackles billiona

lap a hand over my face, pretend

oth

mooth,

bly, my cheeks burning as

I'm holding my brea

ngers-sweat

ion, yet someho

ng every woman in the pa

ey are. They'

nort es

neath him. Screaming his na

my ter

. The type who collect hearts and sh

n cross paths

different kind of air-one lac

head, laugh

end. A decent,

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, what a

find myself ba

mistry exam. I

silently curse God for not giv

not God's fault. I probab

ch, earbuds in, music drow

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had

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ng my glasses

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ath ca

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is lips, wetting the dry skin,

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