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... treaks cut through the tall glass windows, sliding over the jet-black fabric of his custom suit, catching the crisp angles of his jawline sharp enough to ruin marriages. It was almost offensive how good he looked—like some teenage girl’s delusional billionaire boyfriend fantasy come to life, except he wasn’t here to love-bomb anyone.
Justin Black didn’t walk.
Nah, this was a goddamn power move.
Slow. Unrushed. Measured. Every footstep hit the floor with the kind of rhythm ...
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