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FAKE DAMON

“I don’t know,I think I had enough,I am dizzy and it's hot in here, maybe the drink is hot”.

She said innocently.

“That’s silly, there’s ice cubes in it”.

“Really?”

She scratched her hair roughly and started pulling off her footwear.

Nicholas sipped his drink and continued to study her, feeding the blue ocean eyes with his lust as they crawled all over her body, missing not a single part.

That Smokey eyes, that lip bite and perky nipples and her hands shielding her thighs, that must be the proof, it's working.

He brought out his phone and texted his driver to get the car ready for his ride.

“Are you sure you are okay?” He asked.

Angela sat up, embarrassed, her cheeks stained with red.

“Just a little hot”.

She replied and smiled back.

Suddenly he felt her leg rubbing against his.

He took a sip from his glass and smirked.

“Need some help?” he asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Damon”.

She mumbled.

“What do you say?”

“Can you get me to Damon please?”

She pleaded and started to unbutton her b
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