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When I reached the foot of my building, I had left with no other option, except to carry her in my arms to my penthouse. The female staff I had called might be at the penthouse, or she might not have arrived yet. Moreover, there has to be a man who would carry Tia to the penthouse. And even the thought of someone touching her made me furious.
So, I have to do it myself. She was so small and petite. As I picked her up in my arms, she unconsciously adjusted herself in my arms, such that she then fitted in my arms snuggly. She weighed nothing. And her creamy white skin and the feather-like smoothness of her body were enough to give me second thoughts. But I quickly shoved all the ideas and headed to the penthouse.
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After I placed her securely on the soft mattress of
