The Prince and His Sex Slave

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TWENTY FOUR | HIS MISTRESS

I caught a whiff of delicate wild rose scent the minute I entered my bedroom. There was still time to get ready for the stupid party, but it looked like Lydia was dressed up already, and she sprayed a little too much perfume all over for sure.

Where was she though? Making sure that she was

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