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“Go to sleep.” “But—” “But nothing, Penelope. Forget about Martin O’Hare; he’s my problem now.”
I usually refuse to play with her, and not just because beating her has become boring, but because I’m pretty sure she does something weird every time she loses. Like spit in my drink.
HAHAHAHAH THATS SO HER
Christ, the way her body is poured into that red dress; it can’t be real. I don’t want it to be—she’s just walked in and already half the men in the room are looking up at her.
“Penelope.” Her shoulders stiffen. “I’ll give you a ten-second head start.” But by the time the warning slides from my mouth, the little brat is already on her feet.
He did the same thing to me as you’re doing now. Her words snuffed out my anger like a hard blow to a candle.
oh my god.
My jaw tightens at the sight of her thong outline in those tight pants. Christ. How does this girl make pants and a shirt look sexy? Maybe I’ll get Laurie to order branded trash can liners and make the staff wear them instead.
