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Maid for Pleasure 8

JANISSA JOHANSSON

I've always had the type of memory that would equip me to become one of the world's greatest robbers if I wanted to. Almost every memory from my childhood remained with me like it just happened some days ago. It was an annoying attribute I wished away so many times but it never went away.

The stranger told me his name was Jamal. I knew I had heard that particular name so many times it was almost like a song being recited.

I'd heard it from Milenna. I'd heard it from Hannah. Wendy. The cooks. Reah. The stable handyman. The royal announcement guy.

Jamal... Jamal...

He saw me struggling with my thoughts and grinned, then he said, "Let's make this easier for you. I'm Jamal Russo."

I gasped.

Russo was the last name of the royal family. The man I had stomped in on was Prince Jamal Russo. Jamal, the same Prince who was known as the royal Playboy. I had shaken hands with him like we were equals.

Oh, God!

My face crumpled under the weight of immense fear. My hands went to m
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