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Chapter 7 CAN'T TRUST YOU

Word Count: 1219    |    Released on: 23/07/2025

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d to be before she came but it feels so empty now. I barely see her on the days I'm home and on the days I do, she walks right by without a word and locks herself back in her room. It's so da

thing. He reads my itinerary again and I try not to look disappointed. There's nothing from her. It annoys me how much my mood has changed. Why am I so a

again? Max slides in. My frown grows even deeper. What does he want? Why did he always appear when I wanted to be alone? Suddenly the

long enough. Don't y

why the ladies

ed Anesha for years and then had the audacity to cheat on her

hat crazy? Coming here and rubbing herself all over yo

his little shit head tryi

ezes.

tionship. I inte

ha

reat her wi

ex girlfriend!

ring it up again." he visibly pales. "And the next time you want to

k down to my seat, tired. Ever since my father made that stupid rule, my sister and her son have been working behind the scenes to get rid of me. It's bad e

his drink. Being my oldest friend, I know he'd at least be able to understand my predicament. Being a hopeless womanizer, I knew he'd be able to offer ad

would be this dif

g as an easy woman. They can give you hell or heaven, depends on how th

n see

nt to chan

other day. Finding out that she was Max's ex must be some sort of blessing in disguise. I don't know why I trusted her. I was thinking with my dick the wh

act. You're allowed to make the most out of it, my friend. You're a billionaire. When was t

ast engagement failed and all I did was bury myself in work for years. Before I knew it

e best way I like spending my money is putting it on a woman's neck. Get her a diamond. Two diamonds. Take her shopping. Have h

r body moving about in that dress. The dark stain of her lips. I want it. That blood red tint, I want it smudge across my lips. I want to wrap her hair around my fingers

're not even going to lick it off?"

She's– I

home tipsy. She's sitting in the living room, cross legged, laptop on her thighs. I watch her from the door, frowning at a s

ye

r and when the contract's off, we can go back

easy

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