[ President's daughter, heir to the throne...of course it's going to be a limo. One with tinted windows, thank god, because Ashley is very nearly on Arthur's lap already with the fervent nature of their kissing. A hand clasps into the front of his shirt, whimpering quietly into his lips, hoping she wasn't making herself look too bad.
She did like him, after all, genuinely. But two high-level people like them...one could always entertain the idea they were only doing it for the connections. ]
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She did like him, after all, genuinely. But two high-level people like them...one could always entertain the idea they were only doing it for the connections. ]
Mmn. Arthur...