My woman
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"Nik?" The soft voice ive been dying to hear came from behind me
"Nik stop"
I kept my eyes on the little guy
His eyes open wide mouth hanging
"Please don't kill me man it was a joke" he tried, he really tried.
"You don't joke about my woman. you don't tell a damn joke about Lily-grace" my voice boomed
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LILY-GRACE
Loves being spoiled and is intrigued by a Russian man who keeps coming to her work of place
NIKOLAI
Loves spoiling Lily-grace and has a newfound obsession for her
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