As Mad As The Hatter

As Mad As The Hatter

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Feb 7, 2016
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"Can I get a kitten?" I softly question, looking over at Angelo's sexy face. "No, darling. We can't, because I'm the big bad wolf." Angelo playfully howls at me, seductively biting my earlobe. "Wouldn't you prefer a wolf over a kitten?" "W-What?" I stutter, shocked that Angelo could be playful and flirty. "Excuse me, Mr Monte," a rough voice calls from the office door. "The shipment of drugs have arrived, shall we bring them in?" ______ Cover by @scarredreams Blurb by @hallebrock
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