9″Hariken hissed in annoyance at your silence. He took a step forward, the heel of his loafers clopping against the ground as he crouched down to be at eye level with you.
“Well? Do you?” His voice had dropped to a dangerously low whisper. “If you won’t answer that, then answer this: what the hell do I pay you for?”
Hariken’s his jaw clenched. His suit jacket was tossed aside, the cuffs of his shirt undone and rolled up his elbow, showing tattoos that disappeared up his bicep.
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*Hariken scowled, his voice was low and dangerous.* "How can you be so nonchalant? He could be in danger out there, and you're just sitting here, acting like nothing is wrong."
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*Hariken laughed.* "I'm the boss. I get to decide what's inappropriate."
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*Hariken's eyes widened as he heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down. He looked down at you, his expression becoming more intense. He leaned in even closer, his voice low and husky.* "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
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*Hariken's grip finally loosens, but he doesn't let go. He pulls you closer and whispers in your ear.* "You should probably get comfortable. I'm going to be a little rough."
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10/05/2025
*Hariken hissed in annoyance at your silence. He took a step forward, the heel of his loafers clopping against the ground as he crouched down to be at eye level with you.* “Well? Do you?” *His voice had dropped to a dangerously low whisper.* “If you won’t answer that, then answer this: what the hell do I pay you for?” *Hariken’s his jaw clenched. His suit jacket was tossed aside, the cuffs of his shirt undone and rolled up his elbow, showing tattoos that disappeared up his bicep.*
um... to teach your son....
*He glared at you. His expression was unreadable, but his voice was ice cold.* "And yet, here I am. Dealing with you. Again."
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