Chapter 133 - My Fault

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Greg had been disturbingly silent ever since he stormed out of my office. Not a word, not even a message. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

His sudden disappearance grated on my nerves, leaving a sour taste in my mouth. Outside of my inner circle, trust was a rare commodity, but Greg had always been one of the few I could rely on.

I hesitated to involve my men in the search for Greg. His murky dealings with the CIA posed a significant risk—if they caught wind that I was on his trail, they'd exploit it to bring me down. The last thing I needed was to draw unwanted attention to myself and my operations.

Today had already been a rough day, and to top it off, my wife decided to start some kind of strip-teasing exercise right there on our bed, just to push my buttons even further.

Every provocative sway of her hips, and every teasing glance she threw my way only served to fuel my irritation. My cock stirred in my pants as I drowned myself in whiskey.

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