WARNING: Triggered Warning. Mature content ahead with a twist. If you are not ready, then please skip this part.
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"Well... well. It seems that you are not happy to see me after a long time, dear Fannie?!"
His hot breath reeked of alcohol entered her nostrils. It was not a disgusting smell but somewhat tolerable for her.
Fannie considered giving him a befitting reply, but she held her tongue back.
Harold Davies was not a man to mess with. Stay on his good side, and you will be benefitted. Get on his bad side, and no one will ever find your traces.
"It's not like that My Lord. How can I not desire for your company?" She sugarcoated her words, but they came strained from her mouth as Harold kneaded her breast in his large palm.
"That's like a good girl." He whispered in her ear and ducked his head low in the side of her neck.
