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iel's

who had developed an obvious crush on her

with your artworks," she said in

n for perfectionism, and the last th

formidable form of Ezekiel Kings, the man who seemed to radiate an aura of power and confidence. He

the tense atmosphere like a knife through butter. "Ens

wondering why these artworks were so important to him, but she didn't dare ask. Ezekiel was not known for

what time is my date tonight?" He asks downing

swallowed the lump in her throat and looked down. "Sir...I'm so sorry, I

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all over his face, he ge

ehind her, someone knocks lightly and ba

time for dinner yet," he asks as he

see my fiancée aga

busy.

u up for dinner, I don't want excuses like last time. Plus your office has th

.A to make a reservation there for us." She s

this new restaurant already.

f work to do b

chirped in without waiting for him to finish his sen

anteroom, I don't

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n't get

makes her way towards him, he's

g her. She could feel his breath all over her face. She stared him right in the eyes and raised her right index finger s

ling down sensually, she lets out a low moan. As she tries to unbuckle his belt, she looks up at him and says in the mos

s back

ve work to do,"

ur tongue beneath my thigh

replies in

s up dejectedly, grabs her purse an

r a glance as she slamm

o his desk chai

to set when Ezekiel

seconds before s

the face because the person was carrying an artwork which cov

ou hang them." The

without

eft and closed th

wards an empty wall in the east corner of the office. It was bare, no artwork,

smell of lavende

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son calls he

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rom Finland

ounds like a hen clucking, "ku ka ka ka..." my subconscious mind retaliates. That's not even fair!

inner monologue with my

aid, "Oh, wow, I love it." In t

turn

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uch she craved more than

between them like static electricity. Ezekie

and nostalgia, the intensity of their s

how much I'

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