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"I am wrong?" "Your life may have been perfect all along, but mine was shit," Elena snapped, not caring how loud she was speaking. "All girls like you say the same. What was your biggest problem, princess? Not getting a convertible at eighteen?" "Yes, Aaron. And do you want to know more? I did not get an apartment at nineteen either." Elena was not the type of woman to put herself in the position of a victim. She hated being pitied. So, at that moment, the only thing she wanted to do was run out of the room. Only away from Aaron would she have the peace she needed to clear her troubled thoughts. The beautiful woman began to walk in long strides towards the door, but she was stopped before she could make it. Aaron caught up with her, and pushed her body against the panoramic glass none too gently. Before she could think, the man's body was pressed against hers. "Fuck, princess. Make it easy for me. I wouldn't be here if Sabrina, or any other woman, was important." "They must h
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Aaron got out of the car and walked around it, opening the door for Elena. She thanked him with a smile, and then they headed out to the deck. The beautiful woman was wearing ripped denim shorts, and a white t-shirt with spaghetti straps that framed her breasts attractively. On the other hand, Aaron was wearing black jeans and a gray t-shirt. It wasn't like him to adhere to the city's hot climate, much less to wear light colors. Like the owner himself, the yacht was grayish. Some parts, in sunlight, looked like chrome. They climbed the stairs and reached the top of the yacht. Alex, Aaron's personal bodyguard, was also on board. He greeted his boss with a simple greeting, and remained near the stairs to keep watch over the perimeter. Inside the yacht, there were three other people. Joseph, Aaron's friend, and two blondes. One of them appeared to be an employee, as she was wearing a uniform. The captain was also on board, but in the upper cabin. "Hello" Joseph said, in a cheerful
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Aaron was losing what little patience he had. He couldn't help but feel angry when his friend spoke of Elena lustfully. Even though it was Joseph's joke, Granger felt nerves boiling in her mind. The man did not usually feel jealous. He barely knew the meaning of the word. But, as always, with Elena things were different. "You did not answer my calls, I missed you" "I am counting," Granger said, tapping her index finger against the watch on her wrist. Joseph laughed, pleased with his unique ability to irritate Granger. At least he was sure he wouldn't lose his own mind, or his job. Aaron's cell phone began vibrating on the table before another joke could be made by Carter, and he answered it before even looking at the cal
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"Are you busy?" the man's voice had exactly the effect Elena feared. It was as if her senses were trained to identify the sounds that Aaron's mouth uttered. Elena breathed in and out before responding because she knew the chances of stuttering were high. "Not anymore." "Then tell me. How about dinner tonight?" he pressed. "It would be nice to get out for some fresh air." "I think the same. How about Los Angeles?" "It's a beautiful city," Elena replied as the elevator's steel doors opened, and she stepped inside. "Let me rephrase. How about dinner in Los Angeles?" "Just to show me yo
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Aaron walked to the balcony access doors and closed them. The truth was, he did not like places too airy. "I never lived in this house, Little Angel," he replied. "What?" "We lived in New York, and when my parents moved, I decided to stay," Aaron murmured, not very interested. He used a control to close the automatic curtains, and once again the lovely lady found herself impressed by the modernity of the house. Not that it was unusual, but she liked how every detail in the Granger mansion seemed to be well-planned. "Your life sounds interesting," Elena commented. She sat on Aaron's bed, which was covered by a blue sheet. The color was very similar to the man's eyes, and perh
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"I promise by all that I am, Little Angel. When things go wrong, you won't be with me. I will be the only one to pay for the secrets I've chosen to keep," Aaron wished he wasn't so rooted in that feeling. He wished he could simply shut it off, as he had done before. He wanted to extinguish the flame in his heart, but he couldn't. It was too late not to feel, even though it was too dangerous to feel. "When you find out who I really am, I hope you've forgotten my name," the man couldn't resist. He ran his fingers through Elena's hair, unaware of how intense the touch was for her. Then, Aaron hugged her. The woman's back was pressed against his chest, and only the comforter between them prevented him from feeling her warmth. And yet, he held her against his flesh as if she were a lifeline. "You're my angel, but I don't expect to be saved in this life."
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"Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence," Damon quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm as Elena reached the bottom step. Without a word, Damon gestured towards the waiting car, a sleek black sedan idling at the curb, its windows tinted to obscure the view inside. Elena hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between Damon and the ominous vehicle, a silent harbinger of the unknown horrors that awaited them. As Elena descended the staircase, each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of impending doom settling like a leaden cloak around her shoulders. Damon waited impatiently at the bottom, his demeanor exuding a sense of controlled menace that sent a chill down Elena's spine. "Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence," Damon
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"I'm just... commenting," he was sarcastic in his response. "We are the same, Volkov, we did the same thing. If I decide to destroy you, the same happens to me. And guess what? The opposite is also true," Aaron felt that all the shots of tequila he had drunk weren't enough, so he decided to fill his glass once more. The bottle was already halfway gone when he placed it back on the table. Granger didn't even feel the burn of the drink going down his throat. "I killed Benedict, George destroyed the evidence, one of my men disposed of the body, and you kept the secret under wraps, taking over your family's company and protecting everyone, including me. Who is worse, Aaron?" Those conversations between Volkov and Granger were commonplace. They always spoke explicitly about crimes because if either of them were record
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