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It was just a painting!

I was clenched in one corner, feeling a little uncomfortable. I huddled myself further into the corner and tried to put as much distance as possible between us. The driver felt more like a robot; he did not blink or shift his gaze for the entire ride, as if Mr. Dylan had given him strict orders about it.

Dylan's fragrance was strong, yet undeniably attractive. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing muscular arms with greenish veins throbbing. I couldn’t help but stare. No wonder women went crazy about him.

Suddenly, I felt hands gripping my waist, and a wave of discomfort washed over me. I shifted slightly.

"Mr. Dylan, I already told you, I'm not the kind of woman who sleeps around with men," I tried to set my boundaries once again. His expression darkened.

"What do you think of me, Ashley? Do you think I'm close to you because I want to fuck you?" His words were blunt, hitting me like a punch to the gut. I swallowed hard. I felt embar
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