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Chapter 108
(Emily's POV)
My grin grew wide, "Just tell me the truth. You can't spend a day without my presence, am I right? My dear husband."His lips grew wider, maybe on how I teased him or the way I called him 'my dear husband'. However, my eyes caught something interesting.I nod to the corner of our booth, where a pair of silver handcuffs dangle down from a hook. "I could see you making good use of those," I say.His eyes searched for the interesting thing in the corner. "Depends," he growls, with eyes dark. "On how you behave yourself tonight..."I nod to the corner of our booth, where a pair of silver handcuffs dangle down from a hook."I could see you making good use of those," I say."Depends," he growls, his eyes dark. "On how you behave yourself tonight..."Before I can answer, a waitress comes to take our order."Is Francie here?"Francie who?She shakes her head with flirty eyes and darts to my husband. "Not yet, her shift will starRelated chapters
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I FELL INTO HIS TRAP Chapter 110
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I FELL INTO HIS TRAP Chapter 111
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(Emily's POV)I'm sitting across the table from my new friend, Drake Lee. He passes me the little box I've been waiting and hoping for all week long, and I open the lid to peek inside."Oh my god, I can't believe it," I breathe. "I know," he laughs. "This was the hardest one I've ever done. Took me three whole days." "You're a miracle worker. Honestly."He grins, almost as gleeful as I am."You mind if I put the whole thing up on my YouTube channel?" he says. "I was wearing my GoPro the whole time, got some great footage.""Of course!" I say.I close the box, still hardly believing what I'm holding in my hand, and I stow it back in my purse. I give Drake a slim envelope of cash in return, the amount we agreed upon, plus a bonus for saving my fucking ass. "Well, call me if you ever need me again," he says, giving me a little salute."I hope I won't need you," I laugh. "No offense.""None was taken," he chuckles. He raises his hand to signal for the waitress."I already paid for the
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