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Nathaniel I’ve never been one to play games. They’re a waste of time and lack purpose—something that fools do to feel cunning or important. That type of affirmation means absolutely nothing to me. If anything, I’m the one who makes the games and sets the rules that everyone needs to follow. So imagine my fucking surprise when I find myself dragged into a game I didn’t sign up for. A game that shouldn’t have existed in the first place. I’m in the middle of it now. Right there where the game—Gwyneth—is. You can play with me all you want. I’ll be your toy. Those mere words turned me into a fucking insatiable beast. I didn’t only win her in the middle of the game, but I also had every right to play with her, torture her, torment her. A week now. It’s been a week since the day I broke my own protocol and brought sex to my workplace. When I ate her out and tasted her sweet cunt. I don’t mix business with pleasure. Ever. It’s unprofessional, bothersome, and fucking distracting. Or that’s what