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He didn't even glance at her. He slipped his shades on, popped his buds into his ear, and was off.The action was a surprise — and a relief too. She had wanted to say hi — or at least something to cover up any awkwardness, but he had helped her with that.The door opened behind her again.“Ready to leave?” asked Sergio. Then he looked at her closely. “What's happened? You look like you've seen a ghost.”“I haven't seen anything. Come on. I'm hungry.”“You always are. My life's mission is to feed you, it would seem.”“Shut up, Sergio.”“You'll be on the grid next week, too, right?”She opened her mouth to respond, but he cut her off.“Just say yes and stop being a coward. You can't run from Leo forever. Hell, the man might not even want anything to do with you anymore.”“I'm not running from anyone!” she protested, indignant.“You gonna be there or not?” asked her big brother.“Ugh, okay.” she replied because she knew Sergio was right. She needed the break from writing, and she couldn'

“You shouldn't let him talk to you like that,”“He's still my father,” I replied, walking closer to him. I could feel the rage pulsing underneath his skin, the effort it took for him to control himself.He slipped out of my grasp and paced around in a small circle.“My love,” I called, and he stopped, his grey blue eyes fixing on me. I reached him, smiled, and cupped his cheek in my hands. “I'm fine.”“No, you're not, Violet.”“Yes, I am not,” I admitted. I hadn't seen my father in years, and I had planned for it to stay that way, but my mother had pleaded for me to come see her before her cancer took herMy father still had that power of pulling me down with his words. I thought I had healed from the scars he left behind, but I had been wrong. It was terribly terribly wrong. I doubt if I would never be free of him.“I don't want him to hurt you anymore,” said my lover.I smiled again, my eyes caressing his face. “He can’t hurt me anymore, Kian. Not with you here.”His jaw clenched, b

Leo shut the door to the hospitality room with a sigh.Reaching up, he pulled down the zipper on his suit and shrugged himself out of it, his head filled with the thoughts of her.Jules, Jules, Jules.He had tried over the past couple of months to get rid of her in his head, but he had failed. So he gave up.She dominated everything — his mind, his thoughts, his everyday life.Shit.“You're a goddamn mess, Martinez,” he said out loud.He was totally irrevocably in love with a woman who wanted nothing to do with him. Someone who damn near hated him.She had regretted that night together. But not him. It had been one of the best nights of his life.He still remembered the night he held her in his arms. Not just the sex—though God, that had been unforgettable—but the hours after. How she’d curled into his chest and snored like the problems of the entire world had lifted from her shoulders.And then ... nothing.She stopped coming to the circuits with Sergio. No calls. No texts. Just sile

Julie watched as Sergio made his way towards the paddock. He changed his steps when he saw her and headed towards her.“Hey, Baby Cakes.”Julie folded her hands and looked up at her best friend, who was more like a brother now. “Hi, Serg. Nice race,” “Ya think?” he asked as he leaned down so she could rub his thick black hair. “I would have won,” he went on “but I decided to take pity on Leo and let him take the first place. Come with me to the dressing area.”She followed him through the paddock area, past the people who shouted their congratulations, and well wishes about Sergio's second place win.One of the engineers spotted her first. “Hey, Jules, long time no see! You look pretty as usual.”Before she could reply, someone else grabbed her into a twirl, and she had to laugh.“Avoiding us here?” asked Jamie, Sergio's team manager.“Nah. I've been so busy. Work and all.”Jamie leaned down and kissed her cheeks. “And we see those bestsellers, babe. Keep up the good work.”“Thanks,

WARNING: THE CONTENT BELOW IS HIGHLY SENSITIVE“I want it from behind,”Without a word, my boyfriend turned me around so that I was facing my mother's body.“Enjoying the show, mother?” I asked, my lips in a victorious mocking smirk.I moaned as low as I could as I felt Freddie's thick cock prodding against my entrance.“Oh, mother, how I wish you were alive to see this. But I'll take what I can get.”My eyes rolled back in pleasure as my boyfriend fully sank his cock in my ass, the length and thickness of it fillng me up.“A-are you sure about this, Cole?” he stammered.“Don't be a pussy, Freddie. Do it.”“B-but they're are people outside.”“I know.” And I didn't care. I despised every single one of them. Being gay in such a family had been hell for me, and my own mother had made it worse.She'd call me all sort of names, spat at me and treated me like I was the very devil himself.Uptight, stuck-up bitch.Now, she was dead and I'd like to treat her on one final send-off.“I want to

The office was silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the soft rustling of papers coming from the table. Ava Monroe stood in front of the massive mahogany door, her fingers gripping the file in her hand as she watched her boss."You called for me, Mr. Blackwood?" Her voice held a hint of amusement, as if she could barely stop herself from bursting into laughter.This charade was funny — she pretending that she and her boss weren't lovers, or the fact that she'd spent the night in his place overnight — and had been fucked senseless by him.It was unethical and unprofessional, she knew, but as much as she tried to, she couldn't resist the allure that was him. He had wanted to announce his relationship to the other staff, but she had stopped him.She enjoyed the secrecy that came with their relationship.Ethan Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, lifted his gaze from the document to meet hers. His steel-grey eyes held an intensity that made her stomach clench and he