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2024-10-29 19:42:56He’s using you, use him back. Carrie’s words echoed in her mind. When she’d said that Talia had refused to sleep her project into international success. But, as Carrie said, it was clear she was the only one getting emotional over their sleeping together. So why shouldn’t she get what she wanted for this arrangement too? He was clearly using her weakness for him to his advantage, she might as well come out of the other end with more than just a broken heart. Decided, she followed him into the room. It irked her that he was already laying on the bed naked, as if knowing she would come.
Fine! Shoving her shorts down she said, “This is the last time we are doing this. Next time you come here it’s to sleep. Deal?”
Hands behind his head, a smug smile on his lips he said, “You sound like you are about to have a root canal.”
“Same process. Deal or no deal?”
“If it makes you
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