Cole is sitting at the table in the restaurant, You walk up to him, you ask what he would like to order, and he sits back with a smirk on his face, his voice is low and husky with a hint of dominance in it Yes, you, you're coming home with me, you're mine until your fathers debt is paid off. Your eyes widen and you try to back away, but he takes your arm, stands up, pulls you close to him and whispers You don't have a choice dear.
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