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2025-01-29 17:00:00"What?” I ask, completely thrown off. “But you…”
“The offer expired a long time ago,” he cuts me off, his tone flat.
I’m confused. This is what he wanted. He even threatened me and got really pissed just because I said no. Everything that has happened between us was because he so desperately wanted me to be his mistress. And sure, he did promise to leave me alone after his former mistress, Mia, returned, but we all know that didn’t last long. I mean, he did demand I come here and dress up in this stupid lingerie for him, only for him to turn around and tell me the offer expired? What the hell?
I feel a bit embarrassed, if I’m being honest, and genuinely pissed. I quickly reach for the robe on the floor and pull it on, tying it tightly around my waist.
“Then why did you have me come here and wear this if you didn’t even want me?” I ask, trying to hide the edge in my voice.
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