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It was hard for Bryan not to look at Irena’s busty cleavage, which complimented the strapless feature on her glittery black dress. Even with the bottom part of her face covered by a mask, Bryan knew Irena was a beautiful woman, but her bald head gave her a lethal sultriness.
Bryan was still struggling not to look at Irena, because even though he wasn’t looking at her breasts, he stared at her gorgeous legs and hips that showed beneath her sexy, tight-fitting dress.
“You don’t want to talk to me?” Irena said while trying to walk up on Bryan. The crime boss reached up to touch Bryan’s hand, but Bryan wasn’t having it. “I know you remember me, and I know you’re mad at me after what I did to you that night,” Irena whispered to Bryan, invading his space. Irena thought it was cute how Bryan would back away from her every time she would take a step toward him. She thought it was even cuter when Bryan opened his mouth to give her a piece of his mind.
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