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with sh

g up her head while the other traced aimless patterns on the ground with her fingers.

of sight. She instinctively leaned closer to examine them. The shoes were exquisitely crafted, clearly the work of a foreign c

continued to doodle on th

rown asked, his tone cool and de

eplied, her eyes fixed on the smooth, mirror-like

gers as they fidgeted. Suddenly, he noticed the redness a

eyes. She stood and walked over to him, her head bowed. Ever since he had

gripped the back of her head, pulling her forcefully into his em

moment, she thought she had misheard him, but when she tr

sive kiss that invaded her mouth. Charlotte Scott immediately resisted, clenching her teet

unfamiliar scent of the man filled her senses, and he

ther's death had drugged her. She had shamelessly wra

aughter, her own humili

nded against him, but he stood before her, oblivious, att

round. With deft hands, he unzipped the dress she was wearing. A pair

ng?" he

harlotte Scott's eyes reddened, the humiliation from that day still fresh

fter me before, you were

immaturity. Brown, I'm be

's cheeks. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her

r body. The force of his movements crashed over her like a tidal wave. As she stared at the man above her,