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Nicholas closed the file on his desk while leaning back into his chair and heaving out a soft sigh. The weight of his thoughts was centered on Reyna.

His thoughts were always consumed by her face, day and night. She had an undeniable allure that consumed his every waking moment. Her brown eyes never ceased to draw men into a deep trance. Her olive skin had freckles that scattered beautifully across her face, while her soft pink lips fit perfectly on his cock.

He groaned softly, feeling the familiar ache of desire surge through his body, as his thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ring of his phone. He took out his phone from his pocket, and the caller ID, ‘Wifey’, flashed on it. Cringing at the name, he reluctantly answered, only to be met with the sound of high-pitched laughter in the background.

“Olivia, where the hell are you?” His voice carried a fierce edge, frustration seeping through each word. There was a moment of silence, followed by some shuffling on the other end.

“B