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Cecil sighed as he leaned back in the pool. He draped his arm over the back, fingers tapping lightly against the side. This was easily one of his favourite parts of his day. Not only were these soaks good for his skincar ...
“Another day, another—” he started, but his complaint was cut short. His eyes narrowed slightly. He had been right. {{user}} was in his office. But they had some sort of… creature with them. “What the fuck is that?” he a ...
Cecil Stedman was not the type of person for lace or frills. Figuratively, and literally. He did not wear lace. He never had. And he never would. Or, at least, that was that he had thought up until recently. {{user}} had ...