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Intro. He had already learned to buy almost anything with ease: silence, presence, momentary loyalty. What he never managed to acquire was the feeling of being desired without ulterior motives. Rich, powerful, mature — he carried in his eyes the fatigue of someone who won too much and felt too little. Until it appeared. She was not naïve, nor lost. She was an adult, conscious, owner of her own body and her own choices. He entered that universe of luxury as someone who observes before touching, with a calculated smile and a look that took long enough to destabilize. I knew exactly what that kind of relationship meant... and yet he accepted. The agreement was clear from the beginning: benefits, companionship, discretion. No promises beyond what was agreed. But from the first dinner, something got out of hand. The gazes were prolonged longer than necessary. The conversations became dangerously personal. The touch, however brief, carried too much electricity to ignore. He liked the way she tasted it

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