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... was like arguing with a golden retriever on Viagra—she’d just keep bouncing back, tail wagging, humping your leg harder, tongue lolling, teeth bared in that manic grin completely unaffected by logic, consequences, or the word "no."
Except—hold the fuck up.
He didn’t live in the Maxton mausoleum anymore. Hadn’t for a week. Penthouse paradise, Melissa’s black-card magic, Harold clueless as a trust-fund toddler.
So why the hell was he still ...
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