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During Nights

During Nights

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 19, 2019
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Romance
What to do when your job consists of becoming a slave to men ? And men you should fear. But Amalia did the unexpected when not only did she spill wine on the face of the wealthiest, most important client, but also insulted him. « "Fuck you." And that's when my hand wrapped around his glass of wine and splashed the remaining on his face making him gasp and all the people around too. I was just fuming, this job is not really the right one for me. "Now ... would you look at that." I said as I glanced at the massive bulge in his pants. I tsked and bent down to whisper in his ear. " Maybe my technique did work after all, Mr.Donaborio." And I took off, leaving a very frustrated man with a very angry dick. » That same exact night, Amalia Strandz had her life change and she didn't know if it's for the better or the worst. { inappropriateness is everywhere in this book. Sex, Language and other stuff... Read at your own discretion}
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𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

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