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BILLIONAIRE'S LAME excuse.
This story delves into the real experiences of life, so as you embark on Erica's journey, keep in mind that it will include profound romantic language, and corresponding actions may unford. N.B no rape.

Excerpt;
  He stood up from his chair in his office and advanced towards me,not knowing what his intensions were.positioning himself just a couple of feet away. As he witnessed my perplexed look, he moved closer, I can't think,my feelings made with a jumble of uncertainty. Leaning in, he gently kissed me, leaving me in a state of surprise I flushed my eye lids continuously. With his warm breath brushing against my face, he softly whispered, "Erica, tell me what's going through your mind."
I swallowed hard. 

With a glimmer and curved lips he straightened his eyes with mine " that's right, write what you're feeling in your upcoming chapter."

BILLIONAIRE'S LAME excuse, follows the life of a young woman named Erica who starts working at the mansion of a billionaire. But her innocence leads to a romantic involvement with her boss, resulting in her being let go from her job.

With endurance Erica embarks on a challenging path to rebuild her life. Through hard work, determination,and with the help of her to be brother in law as a fortunate opportunity, in no time Erica climbed the ladder of success and eventually becomes a self-made billionaire. 

Erica decides to pursue a career as a writer and eventually reconnects with her former boss.

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This story highlights Erica's capacity to conquer obstacles, reshape her life's story, and discover fulfillment in both her personal and professional aspects.

Enjoy reading it.

Billionaire's LAME excuse

You're still dripping wet. Erica," he whispered, nibbling on the nape of my neck. Pulling my right leg onto his arm, he commanded, "Unveil my desire, Erica, and let me quench your thirst."

In the embrace of his warmth, I found solace; every need was met by the presence of the right person. Benjamin's unwavering passion led his tongue along my legs, ascending with deliberate anticipation towards the core of my being.

He kneeled before me and licked every dripping along the length of my leg and sucked my folds like ice cream on it's corn, like he hungered for my delicacy, prompting me to grab hold of his head, pulling it harder. His tongue was so hot, and his breath composed the rythim that echoed in the room. My groans were accelerated; I couldn't breathe anymore; I was reaching the heights of sensation. Then I calmed down; his mouth did not depart my folds until I came down.

FOOLISH