You like fucking the enemy, don’t you baby? You know you’re supposed to hate me. But you — well, you don’t want to date me… But I’m already obsessed. Let’s say…
There are lines you don’t cross. But we’re past that. There are things you don’t say. But that doesn’t stop anyone.
The billionaire bad boy I was born to hate? May be the one good thing about this disaster…
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