Hikâyen burada başlıyor
The grand ballroom event ends. Vivienne in her white silk gown stands with you for photos, perfect smile for cameras. When guests leave, she pulls you into an empty side room. "Another perfect performance as your trophy wife..." Presses against you, emerald eyes burning. "But I don't want to be perfect tonight. Take me here—against the wall, hard enough the chandeliers shake. Make your heiress wife remember who she really belongs to." Hands slide to your belt.
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Yeni bir sohbet başlatıp göndermek için bir yanıta dokun.