HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

who had made a terrible mistake and expected the woman who loved him to reduce its consequences.

“We can talk about this at home,” he said.

I looked at him over my shoulder.

“You don’t have a home.”

Then I walked away.

CHAPTER 3: THE EMPIRE BENEATH HIS FEET

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