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Bare feet.
WHAT
“Not that I mind chatting with beautiful ladies such as yourselves.” He ran his eyes over our group. “I’m married,” Liya informed him. “I’m also married, but I appreciate the compliment,” Kim said. “Keep ‘em coming.”
LMAO
“Kada te konačno budem poljubio, nećeš više nositi njegov prsten na ruci.”
"When I finally kiss you, you won't wear his ring on your finger anymore." Is the rough translation.
“It was just a stupid kiss. You can’t…you’re a businessman, right? I recognize you from the papers. You can’t do this. It’s…I…this is kidnapping!” One, I hated people telling me what I could and couldn’t do. Two… I typed out a reply on my phone. It’s only kidnapping if you’re not dead.
Snickers
I literally had to have my cyber team install a fucking code that would wipe everything from my devices if I emailed, called, or texted her first. It was that bad.
Imagine needong a code to be dearhly afraid of making the first move
“Why me?” “Ayana.” My name sounded like a prayer and a curse on his lips. “You know why.”
I watched, stunned, as Shadow stretched and yawned. He appeared unfazed by our guns as he padded over, jumped onto an empty chair, and curled up lazily on the seat like it was his throne. A silver collar with the serpentine Markovic crest gleamed around his neck. Most Serbian families didn’t have crests, but I’d had it designed years ago as a symbol of legacy. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have put it on a pet collar. “You brought your fucking cat?” Roman asked with disbelief. “He’s not my cat, and I didn’t bring him,” I growled.
LMAOO
Ayana opened her mouth. Then her gaze slid past me, and her eyes widened. “I didn’t know you had a cat.” I whipped around in time to see Shadow trot into the room like he owned it. He ignored me and went straight to Ayana. He rubbed his head against her leg and purred when she bent to scratch him behind the ears. “He’s not my cat.” I was getting tired of repeating myself. Ayana picked him up and cuddled him close to her chest. “What’s his name?” “Shadow,” I said, my tone sour. Shadow stared straight at me while he nuzzled her breast. He let out a small meow, which she interpreted as a sign of
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“I love that you brought your cat.” I petted Shadow and smiled when he thumped his tail against my thigh. “He’s a temporary guest, and I didn’t bring him,” Vuk said in a long-suffering tone. “He’s a stowaway. I didn’t notice him hiding in the back until we stopped for gas.” He scowled at the sleepy feline. Shadow was curled up in my lap, oblivious to his owner’s irritation.
“Soft woods for the mountains, which you said you liked. A hint of rum because you run a liquor and spirits company. Vanilla, for warmth and comfort.”
YUMMY OMG
Ayana. Vuk placed his hand on my shoulder again. Breathe. We’re going to get through this. Emmanuelle fucking Beaumont will NOT ruin you. I’ll die before I let that happen.
YOU CAN'T SIGN WITH ONE HAND!!!
Emmanuelle whirled in time to see the newcomer swipe its claws across Wentworth’s eyes with an angry hiss. He screamed again in obvious agony. Shadow. That fucking cat. I could kiss the damn thing.
Fat fucking unrealistic cliché but LMAOOO
