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"I want her" the man grumbled taking impatient steps in the room.

Her touch was still prominent on him, as the redness of those frenzy fingers still persisted. He wanted her all for himself.

Her bare body a bliss, her bare soul a treasure, it should belong to him, and if not, he could go insane.

The door knob clincked diverting his attention "You called Mr. Kim?"

"Hire her for the night"....

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