Candice And The Cocky King

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heart beating in her chest as she

and she looked behind he

couldn't shake the feeling

goosebumps covering her bo

reet, and finally she saw th

t a breath

finall

few meters to the e

to the side and adjusted the helm of her

into her mouth, She opened

hing into her nostrils. She barely kept herself from sneezin

the place lo

im, you will know. He always stand

hrough all the smoke, peering at the tables

er

mmaculately dressed in an expensive suit that looke

amed wealth, t

nose, full lips, and eyes the color of gold coins. A very gorgeous appearance. What

aura of confidence, unlike the hollow-eyed,

d average, he looked lik

h a tall glass of untouc

ess, she walked

him and held out her hand, "Sorry for

e handshake, he j

d. "You are Mr. Wayne Wyatt? Correct

stared back at her.

waiting long?" She asked, unsure

her, ignoring her

"It's me Candice, yo

prise crossed his face as he gave her an ounce-

w-cut V of her top, showing off her boobs, all the wa

ed, as her confid

e looking at her from head to toe, searching her, disapprovin

he been e

nt. She was beginning to wonder if she'd

cts, told her that men easily complied with women w

ue to play by the book girl, yo

ou to sleep with the clients, just play along wit

ike deals. However, it had already been two years working at the re

He outrightly told her to prepare her resignation let

her best friend and colleague had jumped at it, rapidly securing

his deal if she was to m

job, her life was

ent from her paltry commission. She would be sl

en it came to survival. She was willing to give it a

watched her skirt ride up her thighs, e

im what he liked, get on his good side,

beer. Letting her cleavage linger on the tabletop, ensuring he got a good

e back of her hand, then looked at him s

er in astonishment. "Why did you dr

right now she needed all the confi

asked, a hint of co

else? This place seems rather noisy and too dark to have a serious conversation.

o slur with a wave of

emed to be calculating, as if he was trying to make a decisi

se?" he asked, with dubiou

s more personally," She explained as a

Even though she rarely drank alcohol, surely one

She clutched her handbag close to her, nee

won't regret this?

o regret about?

aid, rising

obbled on her feet. "WTF?

he asked, coming over to put a suppor

with an invisible force. Time seemed to stop, a

ed into her from the feel of his warm finge

ries that were interwoven with his dreadlocks, the natural glow of his

features of someone

oastal seas, blossoming fl

e felt her eyelids grow heavy with dar