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over those pale eyes again, revealing a ring of molten gold around his pupils. This was the guy every heartbroken girl was ever warned about.
    He tipped his glass back and wet his lips with water. I watched him chug it. Stopped in my tracks, I shook myself out of it and grabbed my folder left on the table.
    As soon as I placed it against my chest, readying my escape, he asked me, “Going somewhere?”
    “Leaving,” I said as I turned, figuring that would be enough.
    It wasn't. It wasn't nearly enough.
    He gave me a wolfish, wide grin, which told me that this wouldn’t be easy.
    Another egomaniac that needed to be taken down a peg.
    This man was now my target.
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Lucas
    She was beautiful. Smooth, black skin, her eyes pools of amber, a curvy body that made me primal. Sure, she made my cock all tingly and happy, but that wasn't all. She interested me, not only in my usual need-to-dominate way, but because there was something deeper. Something I couldn't put my finger on.
    This girl was special. There was no doubt about that. She couldn’t leave. Not yet.
    Brent could go on forever. I was regretting ever agreeing to do this stupid scheme. Perhaps it would be better to simply hand over all the rights to the company before going through with it, but I felt trapped. There was no other option but to succeed.
    “Don't leave, yet. Brent is going over the acceptable ways for you to seduce me. You wouldn't want to miss that.”
    I took a step closer. My hand rested on the table. Her eyes darted to it, but she snapped back. She only thought about one thing—the door, and perhaps slamming it in my face.
    “That's nice,” she said as she attempted to leave again. This time, she turned around in a huff. Her dress swayed, sliding over the swell of her ass. I caught the outline and almost screamed, “Good God.”
    For a second, there was no other reason for talking other than lust. I needed to have that body under my control. The thought of ripping her dress over that fine ass and sucking my way down to her sweet sex hit me.
    There was no way I wouldn't salivate like a wild dog at every sight of her. I knew my type. This girl was the epitome of it.
    “Wait, what's your name?” I asked.
    “Tia, but it doesn't matter. I'm gone.”
    Her heels clattered down the hallway. The chase had begun. She would get to the door, then I would try once more... I heard the heels louder, faster; she was approaching me again.
    She stood before me, tense and livid. Fuck, why did I always end up getting women so wound up like this? It might be record time for this one.
    “You're sick. This little operation you have running here is the sickest exploitation I've ever seen in my life. I thought the American Dream couldn't get more corrupted. Now we have this lifeless show, this twisted game all for a rich man's pleasure. I hope you live life alone, because not even those horrid girls deserve your bullshit.”
    Her nostrils stopped twitching. She relaxed her closed fists and bunched them against her thighs. I hadn't realized that I was smiling. It was like my world had opened up. Finally, there was light.
    She's the one. My bride, the idea struck me, but I shoved it back down. There would be no brides. There was a wicked game to play. My plan couldn’t be forgotten.
    “I agree.”
    I broke her confident stride. She wasn't going anywhere now.
    “What?”
    I took a hearty swig of water. I beamed at her, a wide smile that seemed to ensnare her.
    “I said I agree with you. I think this whole thing is terrible. Do you think it was my idea?”
    “You're going along with it.”
    “Yes, I am, but not happily. There's more to this than meets the eye. Trust me, if I could get out, I would, but I have certain obligations.”
    The ocean called to us. I pointed toward my private beach.
    “Let's not talk about that, though. Let's talk about jet skiing. Would you like to go jet skiing with me?”
    I impressed myself with my quick thinking. She wrung her hands