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Seventy-seven
Dexter was a shameless man and he was well aware of it. If he hadn’t been one, perhaps he would have allowed himself to feel the slightest bit of remorse for his actions but he didn’t. At least, not for the two women he was stringing along for his own benefit.
He smiled at the tall woman beside him. She was a beauty, that was for sure but the truth about her was still missing from his mind and he couldn’t forget that for a second. “I hope this is your kind of scene,” he murmured in her ear and she shook with awareness. He smiled; she might have denied it but the chemistry was still present and there was no denying it.
“Scene?” She repeated, shifting slightly to maintain a safe distance between them. “It is your birthday party,
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Anelia walked out to the back alley to throw the garbage outside. She used to be a bit anxious about taking it out at first but if there was something she knew about a new place; one always got used to it eventually and Macy’s place was no different. Especially with all the good people that she was fortunate enough to work with. Most importantly, she was thankful that she had applied for the job and gotten it. She did have her Ordinary Level Certificate, unlike what she had said to Dexter, but still, not many people had been willing to hire her when there were probably more learned people out there. Macy’s offered her not too much money but at the moment, it was not money thats she was currently after. Working for Dexter had had its perks and that was one of them. What she was looking f
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