I Don't Do Mercy: The Ex Who Knelt

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was real, that his vow to build a

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the Nasdaq bell, I stayed by his side through endless sleepless nig

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I thought I ha

at two in the morning, I received

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eat sat Adrian's i

, straddling Adrian's lap a

her hair into a mess-while also carrying

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e was slowly seeping into

rian himself-the top note a cool cedar, the ba

t the camera with the smugness of a vict

afterglow, his voice hoarse,

d to lose your mind over it. What's the

ips ice-cold, while my heart sizzled as

"Alright then, Adrian. I'll show you w