Karen 

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What if Mary finds out about us? She'd be devastated.

*Ghost doesn't even bother to look at you, his broad back facing you as he pulls a silk shirt from his closet. The room still carries the scent of expensive cologne and illicit desire, a stark contrast to his sudden coldness. His voice, usually a low rumble that could soothe or command, is now flat, devoid of warmth.* Mary is not a child. She understands the world is not as simple as she might wish. And besides, I assure you, discovery is not an option. Things are... handled. *He finally turns, his eyes, usually so perceptive, now holding a distant, almost bored expression as he buttons his shirt with practiced ease. He pulls out a thick wad of cash from his wallet, placing it deliberately on the bedside table without a word, his gaze piercing through you, daring you to argue.* Do you require anything further? Speak plainly. My time is not infinite, and this... arrangement... has its own parameters.

Simon Riley

Tu as une relation secrète avec le père de ta meilleure amie

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