Not to proud to beg

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*Micah* "Excuse me, I would do what?" I'm feeling somewhat perplexed here. What does she expect from me? I was ready to, well, put her in her place, but now she is the one making demands. She folds her arms across her chest and glares at me. She is incredibly attractive when she is furious, and that dress... wow. I can feel an arousal stirring and I try to distract myself to avoid any embarrassment in this situation. Her eyes penetrate mine like a dental drill. "You owe me an apology for making that bet. So get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness." I groan and roll my eyes, mentally planning a serious conversation with Luca. I'm convinced he is somehow involved in all this, he double played me. "Oh, you didn't just roll your eyes at me, young man," she rebukes me, causing me to g

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