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The global conglomerate chairman of chains of companies was a fickle coward, no different from the child who had dug his fingers into his own skin to cover up the pain that ached more than the self-inflicted one.

Why else had he been hiding behind the desk of his office at The-Xclusive which was located somewhere on the rooftop where he could see others without being noticed? Living in the shadows had become his forte, which was the explanation to why he chose to explore himself under the concealment of a mask.

The same reason he had switched off his phone against the numbers that kept calling; Andre Quinn was hiding from the rest of the world.

The reality of what he was, which contrasted the image of the ferociously brave macho man was laughable to him. Here he was, at the night club he had built to hide away, his eyes roaming through CCTV recordings till they started to get dizzy.

His paranoia had got worse with the bold return of Marie who had Tony behind her this time, drivin
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  • Stripping the CEO   Ms. C.

    Andre Quinn had enough experience to know that he wasn't a submissive, yet her total control of the situation which dripped into his skin spread waves of carnal desires to his flesh. He hardened in every possible way, And swallowed an even harder lump of anticipation. "Okay, Ms. C." It wasn't he who replied her; something else had taken over his mind and sucked the need for control out of him. He was a shell of panting need and breathless desire for her, willing to do anything to make up for the time he had lost running. She took two steps towards him and covered his hands with her small palms, her thumb rubbing over his wrists affectionately while he watched her. Hell, she emanated danger with her cologne and that skin hugging catsuit and fucking red stilettos. And that make up... He almost came in his pants. "Come with me." He followed that hypnotic whisper of assurance and trust, his heart pounding as she led him to the bed and halted. He swallowed, again, and again.

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  • Stripping the CEO   Poker Game

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