Godess

Godess

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesTerminé ven., déc. 9, 20222 h 31 min
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The 22 year old woman Alicia Dea Russo was walking down the street to her new job interview when it started raining heavily which lead to her arriving completely late. As she stepped into the Lobby she saw a very handsome looking man waiting at the registration. When she went too talk to the elderly woman the man told her to follow him since he hand been waiting for her. 24 year old Domenico Millan was looking for a new assistant since his last one quit because of to much work. While he was looking through the sent in applications one of the poked his interests. A sweet looking woman with brown eyes perfect brown her laying effortlessly on her chest and back. Out of 568 applications none of them quietly interested him after reading her application. He couldn't think of another person better than her. What do you think? Will he ruin her with all the work or in another way???
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I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

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