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THE DEVIOUS ANGEL © 2015 themanwithablackpen
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"What?! I'm doing my business here," I growled on my phone as I answered Mac's call.
"Hey! Jean has done..."
"Daaaamnnn..." H*ll! Couldn't fight it.
"What the f*ck?! I know you're doing your filthy business over there, but your hot secretary has already submitted all the paper works you assigned her to do."
"You're a sweet sucker, babe," I said breathlessly. "Okay, okay. I'm gonna come! Both meaning."
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The Devious Angel
Romance"Dad, why are we packing up our things?" I asked him. I didn't know what was going on. "We're leaving," he replied blatantly without throwing even a single glance at me. What did he mean? Mom retorted my bewilderment. "We are leaving France, Theseus...
