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Chapter 131

Author: 💩 Juicy Fantasies đŸŒ¶ïž
last update publish date: 2026-07-19 03:22:40

Clay POV

I held the phone to my ear for several long moments, not saying anything. I heard Jodie’s breathing through the speaker, and she was quiet as well. She had probably been expecting a greeting, or a question; something that would put the ball in her court, allow her to control the flow of the conversation. Unfortunately for her, I wasn’t in the mood for that at the moment.

Plus, I quite liked putting her off her guard.

“Hello?” she finally spoke up, her voice notably hesitant. “Is this
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