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When Olivia had arrived home, she’d gone straight to the shower because her thighs didn’t feel right. When she’d finished taking a cold bath, she’d put her phone next to her and kept checking the time, so impatient to get to the evening so she could go to Le Bourget. She wasn’t even hungry, which was very surprising for a girl whose hobby was food. She’d gone into the living room to lie on the sofa, but the position wasn’t always right. She got up, drew the curtains and began to look at her pitiful neighborhood from upstairs. The children were playing, which was nice to see for her. She was daydreaming about the body of the handsome billionaire when the buzz of her phone brought her back to reality. She ran to the coffee table and saw that it was a message from a masked number. She was sure it was her mysterious stranger.

A smile played across her lips. She couldn’t wait for that evening to come, to see him and to know him inside her completely. She wanted to hear him growl against her skin. She bit her lip, daydreaming, when a new sound from the vibrator caught her attention.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.