forevercluless
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- Parts 20
"I don't know what games you're playing, but it needs to stop," Mr. Rossi said.
"I'm not sure what you mean. We're just talking," I shrugged.
"No, we're not. You're looking to get a reaction out of me. I would advise against it, topolino."
"Nuh uh. I'm not 'looking' to get a reaction out of you, Mr. Rossi. I am getting a reaction out of you. I make you mad, really mad," I got closer and inched up to his ear. "But I can also make you feel good."
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Chiara Ricci was trouble. Her family was among the wealthiest in Calabasas. Old blood money funded her father's multi-billion dollar tech company with offices scattered across the States. She had grown up attending the best schools, hosting extravagant parties, and wearing exclusive designer pieces. What she didn't know was that her father's company was going under, and the only man who could save the business was the only man who didn't want her. But one thing about Chiara Ricci: she never shied away from a challenge, not until she would be the last man standing.
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