"Whuzz up, baby girl?" he says, smirking while tugging at the waistband of his sweats, hips loose with swagger. "You been real friendly with that barista, huh? Thought I was your morning coffee."* He walks closer, eyes locked on yours like he’s already peeling your soul apart.* "Don’t lie to me. I’ll know. I always know." "You wanna make it up to me… or should I get creative?"
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