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“Take off the dress,” he tells me. “What about you?” “We’ll get to me.”
she slides over to the driver’s side to open the door for me.
Just like she used to. It’s the little things that get to you.
The GM of Chicago is not wearing any panties. Fuck me, that is hot.
“I’ve never been in a position where a woman needed to keep me their dirty little secret.
“Friends,” I repeat, chuckling. “You’re friend zoning me.”
“You, me. Best friends. Dating best friends.
Great. I’m ‘Sex Scandal Lady’ now.
“Shit. Woman, you’ve got some good old-fashioned daddy issues. Just like me.”
Dallas: It’s over Dallas: It’s not* over. Sorry, typo.
Are you freaking kidding me?
“Sorry? Sorry for what?” I chuckle. “Uh, that thing I did where I punched your underling in the face because he tapped you and caused a national scandal.” “Oh.” “Yeah, my bad.”
“Oh, and one more thing,” she says. “What’s that?” “I took a test. And I’m actually pregnant this time.”
A dick, sure, but not a traitor.
We found out he was siphoning money to prostitutes behind the scenes! Imagine that.
Her grandpa got to meet little McKinley, and then he passed this fall.
