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Je t'aime

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A dark figure walked towards us and as they came closer, I saw they had on an ankle-length trench coat, a black bowler hat that was tipped so it covered their face, and their hands were in their coat pockets. Quentin and I looked at each other then back at the mysterious stranger. They stopped right in front of us. I noticed heels so it was a woman; plus she had quite a thin figure. She took her bowler hat off and her luscious blonde locks came down with it. They reached about four inches past her small shoulders and she had on big sunglasses. She took those off also to reveal eyes like mine. Exactly like mine. She had a model-worthy face: no blemishes or wrinkles or lines. She looked about 25-years-old. She focused her eyes on me. “Zara. Long time no see.”
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My gown hiked up my thighs, brushing the edge of my hips. Fuck. All I had underneath were thin panties - and he knew it. "What are you doing?" I whispered, breath catching in my throat. "Look at me." "I don't want to." My eyes locked on the front door behind him like it was my last escape route. "Daphne," he said, voice razor-sharp, low, commanding. "Look. At. Me." Reluctantly... slowly... my gaze shifted. First, the grey eye. Stormy. Intense. Then the hazel. Warm. Piercing. Then both. And I drowned. "Ask," he whispered. "I know you have questions." I licked my lips. Softly. Absentmindedly. And his eyes dropped.." They stayed there - on my lips - far too long. He didn't even try to look away. My heart hammered. "The tattoos..." I breathed, gaze flicking to the ink sprawled across his chest. "When did you get them?" "When I was eighteen," he said, voice quiet. "Some hole-in-the-wall shop in Paris." I leaned in, just slightly. "What do they mean?" His eyes darkened. "A bunch of bad words. Bad things." ...Can I touch it?" His mouth curled. Slow. Wicked. "Go for it." ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Daphne Hawthorne was living her best life as a recent graduate until she met a mysterious Spanish man with hazel eyes and a flirty smile. It didn't take long before she found herself giving in to him completely, opening her legs and indulging in everything he wanted. Their relationship quickly grew, leading to marriage, but just four months in, her life fell apart, leaving her broken beyond repair. Three years later, fate drops a near-impossible twist in her lap: a new boss walks in with Gabriel's face. Only he isn't Gabriel-he's Gabriel's twin, the complete opposite in manner and morals. Daphne is pulled between the memory of a man who destroyed her and the confusing, magnetic pull toward this new man who looks exactly the same but acts entirely different. Trust me, you don't want to miss it. (18+ rated ❤️ ) I update this story daily,

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