My Possessive Billionaire

My Possessive Billionaire

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He pinned me to the wall, putting both of my arms over my head. At this point, the both of us were just staring intensely at each other. He then whispered something that made chills run up my spine. "You're mine, my precious Angel. Mine and only mine. If anyone else claims you as their's, they will be hurt right that instant. Got it?" he whispered huskily. I looked away from his gaze, and spoke. "Too bad I'm already taken, Mr. Blackwell." I said, then left his office. AUTHOR'S NOTE: WARNING: strong language will be present in this story. All images and songs used in this story were found in the internet they do not belong to me they belong to their respective owners.
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