The Billionaire's Public Humiliation

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cut across his lane, forci

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slowed for a red light. E

his phone,

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s gut. The implications

e Shelby' s driver was look

flashy gym gear and a smug grin h

and for no reason, tapped his brakes again, a d

s jaw t

off his own bra

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n exploded out

e hell,

n's front fend

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already gatherin

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face calm, a stark contras

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bably can't even afford the gas for

a finger

ht now! Or I'm calling my gi