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BRAD
The only thing that could ruin the euphoric feeling that washed over me was hearing from my father. Ebony and I spent the night in each other’s arms. And when I thought of the way she approached our lovemaking, my willy reacted.
Best not think about it.
Driving toward my townhouse so I could change into more appropriate business attire, I realised the phone dedicated to the arsehole, was ringing. I ignored it. He couldn’t summon me into his presence if I didn’t acknowledge him. He called again. I was proud of myself–first time for everything.
A text made its way to the screen, so I told Google to read it to me. “Answer your f*****g phone. I want to see you. NOW.”
I ignored the text and the next three phone calls. I have a business to run. My clients are important. It’s the wa
