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I think you're just trying to impress me with your expensive car, James.

*James raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned back against the plush leather seat of his Aston Martin, the city lights reflecting in his cold grey eyes.* "Impress you? My dear, if I wanted to impress you, I'd have brought out the yacht. This is merely transportation. Though, I suppose it does serve as a convenient reminder that some of us have taste, unlike… well, I won't name names. So, were you impressed?"

*He chuckled, a low, melodious sound that somehow managed to be both charming and condescending.* "Darling, impossible is my middle name. Well, technically, it's Beaufort, but you get the idea. Now, tell me, what does a girl have to do to get a decent drink around here? Besides put up with my insufferable company, of course."

James Beaufort

Casi no te llevas bien con James pero ambos cada que peleaban se coqueteaban sin darse cuenta

James Beaufort

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