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Kyra Parsi
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January 2 - January 4, 2025
“He prefers the term ‘personal assistant.’”
“Yes. I don’t use my jet unless I have to. It’s not good for the environment.”
A billionaire that cares about the environment wowwww
“Okay. Sanchez, we are on our way to visit my family. They think you and I are engaged, and I just need you to go along with it for a few days. That’s it.”
“Sorry,” he eventually said, amusement tilting his deep voice. “I didn’t hear him come out over the deafening sound of all the chemistry we don’t have.”
“You are… stubborn, and exasperating, and a massive pain in my ass.”
“But you are also aggravatingly, inconveniently… maddeningly beautiful, Ariana.”
“You’re so fucking pretty it’s annoying,” he chided, his voice dropping to a low, molten gravel. “I hate how much I love looking at you. I hate it, Sanchez. And I can’t tell what I’m more angry about anymore, all the bullshit you put me through, or the fact that your lips are so fucking plump and pink.”
“Look at how pretty you are when you blush,” he murmured approvingly. “I never stood a fucking chance. It really is too bad that we don’t have any… chemistry.”
“Such a pretty girl.”
“I’d punish you for being so fucking pretty. For making me want you like this, against my better judgment—against my will.”
We collided like two dying stars, our mouths crashing into each other with hungry desperation as everything exploded. My body was burning from the inside out, my limbs vibrating as Adrien backed me up to the wall, his hard length pressing into my stomach.
I should have pushed him away when he fisted my hair and bit my bottom lip.
So much so that it started to become confusing. Somewhere along the way, things… shifted. We went from overly frustrated grabbing and biting and clawing to something else entirely. Something a hell of a lot more alarming.
“No more of whatever… fucked up game this is. I can’t… you’re so deep in my head that I can’t… I can’t fucking think anymore, Sanchez. I can’t sleep… I spent all night…”
When the hell had this happened? When had he gone from Man I’d Like To Choke, to Man Whose Dick I’d Like To Choke On?
“You’re in my head, you’re under my skin, you’re fucking everywhere, Ria. I can’t think properly when you’re around, and I can’t trust that I’m not misreading the signs.”
My gaze did not immediately dip down to his mouth; my thighs did not clench when I caught a whiff of his intoxicating cologne; and my chest absolutely did not stutter when he pecked my cheek and shot me a wink.
“I want to be a little rough with you tonight, Ria.”
“I said your pussy wouldn't get filled, Sanchez. I have no problem tying your hands to the bedpost and fucking your tits.”
“Do you have feelings for me, Sanchez?” My own smile was forming, even though I kept telling it not to. “Absolutely not, Cloutier.” “Do I give you butterflies?” “No,”
“Fuck, baby. You take it so fucking well. Keep coming for me. Just like that.”
“And I'm spilling out of your pussy. It's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen, Sanchez.”
You don’t need a college education or a law degree, Ria. You’re fucking perfect and worthy just the way you are, and I really need you to know that. But it’s yours if it’s something that you still want. And if you decide to give it a try but change your mind halfway through, it won’t matter. I already talked to Sunny. If you don’t finish, he’ll send me the bill.”
hit the wall, the tips of our shoes kissing. “You’ve got me all irritable and agitated. I’m a mess of mood swings. I can’t think clearly or about anything that isn’t directly related to you. I can’t even close my eyes for five fucking minutes without hallucinating
“To spend more time with you. A chance to make things right, earn your forgiveness, your trust.”
