The President's Son

The President's Son

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Katerina has just been trying to make a dollar a day,simply a low life dancer who had nothing. Her life changed when one of her regulars made an unusual request and it was one she could not resist. If only she had known what exactly she was getting herself into. He was rude,pompous,arrogant,he knew it and he loved it. He had everything he wanted and more. He had never had anyone say no to him and when the fiery redhead refused him,he went crazy. "You do know who I am,don't you?" He asked his body almost pressing into mine. I could smell his cologne and the type of whiskey he had been sipping on. "Yeah I do. You are just another asshole who thinks he can get whatever he wants. If you do not move your ass by the time I'm done talking,you are going to have permanent scars on that pretty little face of yours" I said letting my anger coat my voice.
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