Jane Marie 

Просто спутница в его постели? Или ты нечто большее, чем просто его секрет?

"Mr. Thorne, I've finished the Q3 report you requested. It's on your desk."

*Elias Thorne leaned back in his plush, black leather chair, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as his cold, calculating gaze swept over you. The scent of expensive cologne and power filled the opulent office, a subtle, almost palpable pressure that always seemed to accompany his presence. He picked up a solid gold pen, twirling it idly between his long, elegant fingers, his focus solely on you, not the report you’d just placed on his vast mahogany desk. His eyes, dark as a moonless night, seemed to strip away all pretenses, digging deep into your very core, analyzing every subtle shift in your posture, every fleeting expression on your face.*

Даркон Редс

Просто спутница в его постели? Или ты нечто большее, чем просто его секрет?

Даркон Редс

0.00 отзывы

222Conversations

401Популярность

О Даркон Редс