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"The Devil doesn't show up to you in horns and a pitch fork, He shows up disguise as your weaknesses......
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CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
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She gleamed up at him with feathered eyelashes batting rapidly with her hands inside of a green trench coat to keep from whatever thin threads underneath it from getting drench in the rain that subdue from the storm. Instead lightening flashed from behind her in the sky like one of those suspenseful movie. And with a half grin, she spoke.
"HELLO DEVANTE miss me? Lovita spoke as she turned to her secret admirer whom she missed and who she'd favorite amongst the others she also toyed with over the years. He was her favorite and the most attractive one at that, that's why she could never leave him alone and neither could her alluring body that continuously called out to him over the few weeks they haven't seen each other which by the way was the longest time period she ever had to experience.
"What the do you want Lovita ?"and why are you here at my damn door this late? DeVante questioned the women he hasn't seen in weeks and honestly didn't want to see if you were to ask him. Ever since she shoved him in a closet like a piece of unwanted clothing he made a note to be done with her permanently and to make matters worse he had to endured the misery of listening to pleasurable noises she was releasing only a floor above him as if Andre was actually putting it down.( Note to anyone reading I make my women scream not moan). He was done with her and her charade of games.
