Happiness is extravagantWet. Excessively wet.Scintillating, glistening, and no doubt expensive black purse gloriously settled on a mahogany desk and two men cordially stared at it as if it would blow up."Why in the world would you steal someone's purse?" Wes blankly looked at his boss, who sucked the pale straw, drinking his steaming milky coffee.Tayson scowled at him. "I told you I didn't. She left it behind by herself.""And as a nice man that you are not but you can try to be, you should have given it back to this mystery lady of yours."Tayson rubbed his lips, feeling his body warming up when the hot coffee coquetted with his tongue. He set the mug on the table with a soft thud. "Sometimes, we gotta be bad."Wes rolled his eyes and asked, "Tell me who she is and about the picture you sent me?"Tayson excluded the meddlesome man and simply unwrapped the handbag. He knew it was fucking wrong, but he was desperate. Like a psychopath, he probed to unleash the face behind Ebony and
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