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Temperatures Rising Chapter fourteen~part two
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Harlem sighed drastically, moving away from the woman that he had been sleeping with for the past year. One of his booty calls. Someone who worked for his father, she was someone to keep his mind off of things and keep his other self satisfied and at bay. He had a lot on his mind, and he just wasn't feeling sex tonight. Although she was looking like a full course meal at the moment, his mind wasn't even on her or sex. He sat on the side of the bed, for some reason his mind went to Heaven, he didn't know why but it did. He reached over grabbing his phone, shooting her a quick text.
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"Harlem. You got me over here in this fine ass lingerie and you're texting another bitch?"
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