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Nathaniel My workplace is sacred. After all, it’s where my ambition thrives. Where my plans are made and my strategies are conducted. This is where I come to focus and forget about the girl I leave behind and go back late so that I don’t see her. Only, she’s not a girl, is she? I want to call her that to stop my dick from having ideas, but she was never that—a girl. At least, not for some time. She’s a woman now. A grown-up fucking woman with legs that go for miles and a tiny waist that can almost fit in only one of my palms. And she’s currently in the place where I’m supposed to be focused, not sidetracked. Gwyneth is right here, at W&S, and while it’s not her first time, she doesn’t usually dress like she’s at a business meeting. And definitely not with these three fuckers—my nephew included. Kingsley made it his mission to keep her away from them and their whoring ways. So I’m just taking care of it on his behalf. Like I promised him. It’s definitely not because of how I want to jam