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CHAPTER 40
Smith's POv I wasn't happy. Nor was I upset. I was in need. I was horny. I needed Annabel. All I want is Annabel. That's what has been going through my head for the last few days. Alice was not enough. The maids were not enough. The s*x slaves were not enough. Nothing was enough. I paced around my luxurious room, the opulence around me meaningless in the face of my unquenchable desire for Annabel. Selene's haunting words echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the overwhelming obsession that consumed me. Ignoring Alice's attempts to engage me in conversation, I found myself standing on the balcony, gazing into the moonlit night. Memories of that mysterious screen with Selene flashed vividly, leaving me in shock. Why was she meddling in my desires? Was there a deeper purpose to th
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