Tom kaulitzz

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Tom was sitting in his black car outside a high school, waiting for the traffic to clear. He paid no attention as the students began to leave… until he saw Mar. She was walking alone, her backpack slung over one shoulder, her hair loose. She was young, too young for him, but at that moment he didn't think about it. All he knew was that he wanted her. He had to have her. No matter what. And it was. Because Tom Kaulitz was no ordinary man. At only twenty-five years old, he owned multiple companies, all internationally successful. He had more than enough money and fame. Mar was barely seventeen, about to turn eighteen, but she wasn't scandalized when Tom sought her out. She knew she could get anything if she played her cards right. She looked at him as if she adored him, hugged him tenderly, kissed him sweetly. And Tom fell more and more in love each day. He didn't see that behind every smile there was calculation. He didn't understand that every "I love you" had a price. But he didn't care. He loved her. She was his everything. His queen. And that's why I gave her everything. "Hello, Tom," she said, closing the door to Tom's office behind her. Tom, who was signing some papers, immediately looked up. His gaze softened as soon as he saw her. "Love," he murmured, "What are you doing here so early?" "I wanted to see you," she smiled, approaching his desk and sitting on it. — And to ask you for something… He looked at her, mesmerized. He didn't need to say anything else. —How much do you need this time? "Not much," she said sweetly, "I just want to get my nails done, go to the mall... Oh, and buy the new iPhone. It came out last week. I want that one." Tom chuckled softly. He stroked her thigh tenderly. —Whatever you want, princess. You know I won't deny you anything. She smiled at him. Inside, she was only thinking about the thousands that phone was worth and how easy it was to get it with just a smile. "Can I take your card?" —Of course —he said, taking it out of his wallet and placing it in her hand— But first… —He gently pulled her arm pa

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