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whatever the hell he wants to them. He
sits, downs his second drink, placing it on
a side table. When I move to sit next to
him, he shakes his head, patting his lap.
I smirk. "I need one more drink."
“What, Daddy doesn’t do it for
you?” He grabs me by the waist, pulling
me forward. This could escalate very
quickly.
“It’s for the nerves.” I lie. I walk
over to the bar, shaking my ass for
