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"What the hell are you doing here?"
Damien smirked, despite the twinge of pain it caused, at Aasha's appalled query, letting his eyes drift suggestively down her sleep tousled bed-hair to down her horror story of a robe.
Seriously she was heiress to a fashion empire for God's sake and she ran around in a robe The Empire staff wouldn't be caught dead in.
And he would know.
Ignoring that little detail for the time being he locked eyes with her flinty own and with a low chuckle replied -
"I live here babe."
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Yus you smelled it right a chappie soon...now bribe me while i finish writing...muhahaha
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