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Once I breeze through the T intersection, I stop at the curb in f

ront of the original location of what is now my chain of Irish pubs across North America, O’Keefe’s Pub I kick out the kickstand ofover, then remove my helmet There’s a lot on my mind as I approach the front door and enter my pub

My life had been relatively nor changed It began with stories about azine Gotcha! Stories that had a ring of truth to them Which immediately raised all of our alarht?

The folloeeks have been filled with realizations One, so devices in my pub to catch our private conversations While the interest in us e, it didn’t to me That’s what happens when you’re friends with the most influential and powerful ered for stories about us We’re all in our ti us perfect material for the tabloids

Usually, I don’t mind the attention In fact, I like it I enjoy the oo What I don’t like is people knowing the truth about s are private, and who I fuck and how I fuck them is most definitely one of them

The pub is empty as the door shuts behindand we don’t open for another two hours But there’s a good reason I’ behind the bar in a pair of skinny jeans and a tight black T-shirt with the O’Keefe’s logo across her great pair of tits

McKenna Archer

I’ve never wanted to bury my cock in a wo blond hair, captivating aht aer for her

She’s also the wooddamn tabloids

Maybe it’sI jerked off twice last night and it did nothing to ease the hardness, driving me mad

An hour ago I ca to sedate ure this mess out Her

There are boundaries I put up because she works for me I never pushed howholding me back

I enter farther into the pub, watching her take the beer bottles out of a box and restock the fridge She notices ives me a little smile, but I won’t fall for her innocent act now She’s the reasonripped apart

I don’t care what’s right and what’s wrong I’ve wanted her forof her too er

“Co the back room where the local folk band plays on the weekend