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CHAPTER 59 HEY BINKY
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The toy... Tuesday morning and I had nowhere to be, not even work as Jessie and I took our three weeks break. I sighed, staring at my phone-no messages, not from Damon or Jessie.Jessie had gone on a trip with Zach, promising to visit me today. As for Damon, we'd been talking, but he'd been distant lately. Was the intimacy that bad?I sprawled back on the bed, my gaze fixed on the ceiling. Another sigh escaped me, restlessly shifting, wondering if he was thinking of me too.If only I had something to do and somewhere to go.My phone beeped, and my heart raced as I scrambled to pick it up. I hissed and collapsed back onto my bed. It was a message from those newsletters to which I subscribed too.I curled myself on the bed; every moment of that night spent on the bed kept crawling in. I shut my eyes, desiring his arms to be around me and his breath against me. The echoes of his chuckles haunted my very core. I wrapped my arm around the pillow, squeezing it tightly. My heart ached with
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.The CEO..I looked at my watch to check the time. "8:45? Damn, Binky," I called out, frustration creeping into my voice. I had been waiting for roughly 20 minutes, and we were dangerously close to being late for our reservation. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, glancing towards the hallway. "How long does it take for her to get ready?" I thought to myself, Exasperation is building. I knew Binky wanted to look perfect, but at this rate, we might miss the entire evening.“I’m coming!” she screamed as she walked out, wearing a stunning evening dress that immediately captured my attention. The dress was a deep emerald green, shimmering slightly under the light, with a fitted bodice that accentuated her figure perfectly. The neckline was a tasteful V-shape, adorned with delicate lace that added a touch of elegance and sophistication.The dress flowed down into a soft, cascading skirt that moved gracefully with every step she took, brushing lightly against the floor.My frustrati
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The CEO...I ran my hands through my hair, my blood boiling—100 degrees Celsius—as I swerved, swapping lanes. The car horn blared behind me, but I barely registered it. My mind was a storm of thoughts, each one fueling the fire in my chest. I could feel my pulse throbbing in my temples, a relentless drum beat that matched the frantic rhythm of my heart.The city lights blurred past. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as I tried to focus on the road ahead. But every red light and every slow-moving vehicle seemed like a personal affront, a deliberate attempt to test the limits of my patience. Breathing heavily, I punched the dashboard, a futile attempt to release some of the pent-up frustration.Ignoring Zach and Binky’s calls as I sped through the next intersection, narrowly avoiding a collision, I realized I was losing control not just of the car but of myself. I needed to calm down and find a way to cool the raging inferno inside me before it consumed everything in its path.
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