NYC-SM
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  • Reads 885
  • Votes 21
  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 3m
Ongoing, First published Feb 01, 2016
Mature
"Mr.Mendes, Ms.Valentin will see you now"The receptionist told me as she walked in front of me and opened the door to The CEO's office "Have a seat Mr.."
Her petite body was stunning I couldn't help but stare at her my eyes wondering her body-in the most innocent way- 
"Mendes," "Shawn Mendes"


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Trying to do something different so watch out for my mistakes, that meaning this will have some dirty parts. Okay well now if you read this book i hope you enjoy:)) ;)
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