mr. hemmings - lrh au

mr. hemmings - lrh au

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Mr. Hemmings is New York City's 1/3 of the famous billionaires that rule the nation, practically. But he was different than the others. He was sex deprived, lonely and addicted to working to keep his terrible social abilities from the spotlight. Elise then becomes a part of the picture, which leaves Mr. Hemmings confused about how to keep his lack of emotion in the dark. And most importantly, he's terrified of the possibility of never wanting to be alone again. Under Copyright
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