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THE WESTBROOK’s WEAR PRADA

ALANNA

What is it about Elevators and the urge to fuck in them?

Nolan is insufferable, Nolan is a glutton for punishment.

He doesn't know when to stop, he doesn't know when I have reached my limit.

I breathed out as soon as I shut the door of my office and leaned on the door frame.

“Ahhhhhhh” I yelled out slightly, hitting my fist repeatedly on the door.

Fuck him!

Fuck him!

I hate him! I hate him so much!

Why does he always put me in a situation where I need to fight against my will? He is such a terrible person.

I was still lamenting about my Nolan ordeal when I heard a knock on the door. I startled and rose from the door, adjusting my blue flair gown, I said a silent prayer hoping it was not Nolan.

I already had enough of Nolan for one day.

I peeped through the glass and saw it was indeed a Mr. Westbrook, not just the one I loathe.

Brad Westbrook

I let out an exasperated gasp and pulled the doorknob.

“Alanna,” Brad greeted, his eyes beaming at the sight of me.

“Brad, pleas
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