The False Moments And Burning Love
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At the company’s annual dinner party, the front desk receptionist, Laila Nachtman, lost a game and had to randomly select a man to kiss as her penalty.
She blushed and cautiously looked at Leonard Griffin.
“Mr. Griffin, could you maybe—”
Before she could finish, Leonard briefly said, “Scram.”
The entire room erupted in laughter and mockery at her being so ridiculously oblivious.
Everyone in their circle knew that he doted on me, his wife.
Over the years, he had never given a second glance to anyone except me.
