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The Ride Home
Words could not describe how I was feeling as I walked out of that room. Though I was able to pull myself together and fix my appearance well enough to hide the events that played out moments ago, I still felt like everyone was staring at me with judgement in their eyes.
But I knew it was all in my head. At least for the most part. I am quite sure all four of his guards knew what went down behind the doors they stood in front of.
Before I could walk away to finish my job, Don grabbed my arm.
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On the night of the gala, Abaddon watched as Aurelia nervously entered the grand venue. Her face fell in awe at seeing the place adorned with elegant decorations. She had dressed in a simple but elegant black dress to most, but to Don it was a garment that begged to be ripped off her body and thrown to the corner of his bedroom. It was a floor length off the shoulder dress that hugged her thick and seductive curves as if it were on a mission to draw attention from every man in the room. And when she walked the slit in her dress released the bountiful thigh that he remembered wrapped around his neck only nights ago. Usually, he would deny the invitation to attend. He would send a large donation instead of his presence. But this time, he reconsidered. He had decided to attend the charity gala after
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