“One, still not your girlfriend. And, two, you can’t do that. You can’t just show up here. Get in the car before someone sees you,” I tell him, pressing the key fob to unlock my Audi. To my surprise, Gio slips inside—in the passenger seat at that. I turn on the ignition and reverse out of the spot. “What’s wrong? Why can’t I pick you up?” “Because people can’t know that we interact outside of the fact that I sold you a house,” I huff. “So they can’t know that I know what your pussy feels like strangling my cock? Got it,” he says with a grin. “But why?” “Because I’ve worked really hard to be
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