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... and Sylvan Cheney, wrapped in a bath towel, stood in the doorway, blocking her path.
Water still dripped from his body, trickling down his broad and muscular abs, his features sharply defined and profound.
This man, from top to bottom, exuded a wild, unrestricted, mature and enticing vibe.
“Ex-excuse me, Mr. Cheney.” Jasmine Yale faltered nervously.
She wanted to leave.
“Running away after using me?”
Sylvan’s deep gaze fell upon her.
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