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deeply and pulled ope
irst. His long leg
of the car, physically blocking the freezing rain from hitting
ook a dee
the bag clicked sharply against the pavement. The black silk
eys to the valet and walked a
ulder-to-shoulder toward the
-lit lobby, Preston Yates w
e front desk, aggressively ar
tom pink Chanel dress. She clung tightly to Ka
, loudly complaining that the club's reserv
his hand on th
amily! I demand you find us a priva
erfectly behind his back. His smile
ry single private booth has been se
f the other guests. Her fac
on Preston's sleeve. "Daddy, plea
the massive revolving
autumn wind swept in
d toward the entrance, desperate to se
past the toweri
ly into the girl wearin
lew wide open. Her j
ce was Ainsley. The same Ainsley they had liter
wed Kathar
bare shoulders and the perfect fit of the silk dress
r saw
her crystal glass of lemon water right
n spun
the blood rushed to his face, turn
talked them here to beg for cash a
moved so fast he violently shoved a waiter
stopped
ormer foster father charge at her like a
alf a step behind Ai
ifying, lethal darkness bega
ockets and blew a loud, mocking wh
ay from Ainsley. He leaned
right now, you pathetic
behind Kade's shoulder, using him as a shield
pity. "If you are really that desperate for a meal, we can buy y
ounding billionaires and politicia
ed at the th
ly curled up into a smile of
lips parted, ready to verbally s

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