Present Time. . . One...Two…Three...Kraius no longer knew how many women had come to his office that day. He didn't even know how many palms had landed on his face. All he knew was that he was hurt with all the slaps he received from them. He also knew that it was his fault why they were angry. He shook his head. He was a very handsome man made for women—vulnerable women who immediately give in even if he only winks at them. He looked jaw-dropping, gorgeously hot body specs, and conceited it may seem, but he knew that it was the truth. Kraius touched his cheek. It was still excruciating even though it was already a few minutes ago when the last woman who slapped him had left. He did not think that their hands would be that heavy, especially to be angry with him because he played them all together. Surely, it wasn’t their heart’s that bleed but much more of a damaged Ego’s. The real score was very clear from the beginning. But they were women with a self-proclaimed definition of se
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