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Sharon told me he owns a number of nasty antiques and spouts off regularly about that outdated right to bear arms business. If he had his way, we’d all be back in the twentieth century, murdering each other right and left.’
222 Central Park West.
Their address
Estimated gross worth, three billion, eight hundred million.
I would have guessed more!
‘Not the Roarke! The incredibly wealthy, fabulous to look at, sexily mysterious Roarke who owns approximately twenty-eight percent of the world, and its satellites?’ All Eve felt was irritation. ‘He’s the only one I know.’ ‘You know him.’ Mavis rolled her green shadowed eyes. ‘Dallas, I’ve underestimated you unforgivably. Tell me everything. How, when, why? Did you sleep with him? Tell me you slept with him, then give me every tiny detail.’ ‘We’ve had a secret, passionate affair for the last three years, during which time I bore him a son who’s being raised on the far side of the moon by
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‘Hey, baby. Got something here for you.’ ‘Tell Commander Whitney I’m on my way,’ she told Riley as the desk sergeant rolled his eyes. Unable to resist, she swung by the bench, leaned close enough to smell sour vomit. ‘That was a charming invitation,’ she murmured, then arched a brow when the man peeled open his fly patch and wagged his personality at her. ‘Oh, look, kitty. A teeny-tiny little penis.’ She smiled, leaned just a bit closer. ‘Better take care of it, asshole, or my pussy here might mistake it for a teeny-tiny little mouse and bite it off.’
‘Your client’s scum.’ The lawyer puffed up. ‘Lieutenant Dallas, you’re speaking of a United States Senator.’ ‘That makes him elected scum.
