CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
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Why was he even that mad at me? Maybe I gave him some signs but that was just a few times. I doubt that could have barely accounted for something to make him that mad especially after the night he’d had. Yet, there was the look of pain in his eyes that haunted me as I drove home. The hardest truth that I had to accept tonight was that I was slightly smitten by the cute Spanish temporary secretary with his witty tongue but in a world of money and business, pleasure was something expensive. I pulled the car in the driveway, leaning against my seat as I looked at the clip on my phone for the umpteenth time. Why was I feeling this pained over him getting a f*****g blow-job from George? I should be surprise that he was gay but no, instead I was reeling over the fact t
