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"Is that not a condom?" Cynthia suddenly asked, pointing to something that was stuck on Oliver's trouser.

"Oh this?"

Oliver immediately hid it in his pocket and Cynthia began staring at him with a question mark on her face.

"I was actually preparing to have a steamy morning with you," Oliver lied with a fake smile as he joined Cynthia on the chair.

Cynthia didn't believe him, she is not dumb.

"Oh really? What were you doing inside because you're zwrary and your voice sounded raspy?" Cynthia asked again and he sighed.

"Well, I was busy with push-ups in my room." Oliver lied perfectly and she rolled her...