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Time 7h 57m

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"'I'm different than these other girls you're used to. I'm not giving myself up to you." I answer.

"Sure you won't, baby." Abel winks. "However I always get want. And I want you."

Then, his lips brush with my mine. Without even fully feeling them, I could sense that they were very plump and soft. Tempting. Abel's hands snake to the sides of my curves, and I begin to panic. He's getting too friendly with me. This isn't right, he needs to get off of me!

"This is very unprofessional, isn't it Mr. Tesfaye?" Abel straightens his self up off me, and I finally exhale a breath I didn't realize I was holding when the elevator doors open.

Despite me resisting, my body was still hot from his touch and I couldn't help fantasize about what could've happened.

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After working with The Weeknd, Aaliyah Willows will soon learn why you should never mix business with pleasure. 

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