The Man I Learnt to Love
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Última publicación sáb, sep 13, 2025
Georgia has only one thing in mind, to hate Rufus for the rest of her life. He's worse than a monster, he's simply nauseating. And all she wants to do stab him in the gut whilst staring deeply into his ugly set of brown brooding eyes.
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" Take your hands off me", Rufus growled. He should be happy his bitter bride decided to caress his naked chest. But this damning closeness both scares and sends arousing chills down his spine.
Georgia is the reason why he's willing to see another day, she's the reason he decided to change, but she's never going to love him the way he does.
At least not until he does what she wants, what she has always wanted.
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