Bet With The Billionaire

Once I get all my sh*t together, I will show him how happy I am without his lying ass. I know my self-worth, and I may be sinking with doubt if I can change my habits and take action to make myself feel better about my weight, but I'm not dumb or naive enough to beg a guy like him to come back to me and try a relationship once again.He cheated. It's his fault; even if he is tempted, he should have stayed faithful.A relationship built on love, loyalty, trust, and understanding lasts. Not a toxic one that I had with Zach."Tamantha.""Tamantha!" "What?""You're spacing out again.""Did I?""Yes! And stop doing that; I feel scared. "I don't know where your head goes when you space out, but if you have something in mind, tell me, and I will listen.""Really? Will you listen to me as you did in college when we were in the lab? You're not even listening to me at that time! "You are just busy staring at our hot professor." I laughed. "So? Mr. Mason is hot, and I don't regret staring at h

After two hours of drinking, I’m still sober. I’m not sure why; I guess even the alcohol isn’t interested in my problem.That’s how messed up my life is at this moment.I looked around the bar and couldn’t find Lindsey and Andrew. No one is even asking me for a dance; the only people interested in me are some old creeps from the dark corner of the bar. I don’t even know if they are there!I was lurking in the dark, staring at some people. But who am I to judge? Maybe that’s their thing. They want to stare at people in the bar; I don’t care. As long as they’re not doing anything illegal or something that affects me, I’m good with it.Minutes passed, and I was torn about whether to dance alone or leave the bar, stay home, and sleep. I think about my mistakes and dwell on them for hours. I have no direction in life; I’m such a fucking waste.I buried my face in my palm and sighed.I drink the last vodka on my table and head out of the bar.I’m still walking fine; the alcohol doesn’t aff

After pleasuring herself with a vibrating outdated mobile device, Marga greeted her guests Minna and Blake at her residence. However, she became overwhelmed by a powerful cramp, causing her to perspire and feel lightheaded. After being hurriedly taken to the hospital once more, it was discovered that the cause of her cramps was the bleeding brought about by her earlier self-pleasure.After confiding everything to Reynold, he advised her to seek his guidance instead of self-medicating. Her Aunt extended an invitation to Reynold and Blake, which took her aback on her special day. Reynold graced her with a present upon arrival. She was quite surprised to find a dildo and vibrator among the gifts he had given her. It turned out that he had gifted her these sex toys to prevent her from engaging in risky self-pleasure activities. Unbeknownst to her, during her practical exam, she donned the vibrating panties while Malcolm controlled the device, arousing her and causing the panties to vibra

It made her very upset to learn that they took her without reason. She was surprised when she saw that her kidnappers were very attractive twin siblings. She found the kidnappers attractive, but she didn’t forget that they were bad people who took her. She was wondering why she was chosen when she didn’t think she was special, and was poor and uncertain about her identity. She saw the twins and realized that they kidnapped her just for fun, not because they had planned it.She was in the big house for over two days and didn’t speak to anyone except the maid who brought her food. However, she didn’t eat any of it. She tried to run away but Jojo and Simon caught her and punished her in a way that made her lose her innocence. She started looking for their hugs and kisses soon after. Initially, she wanted to blame and hate them for stealing her purity and innocence, but now she is beginning to become controlled by their desire. To do something they really want to do sexually. She finally

“First, I need to get you out of here.” We need to talk in private about this matter. “I don’t want anyone to eavesdrop.”“Talk in private?” Hell no. I’m not going with you! The last time I believed in what you said, I ended up in prison, so no thanks. Just tell them the truth and let me leave. I will freaking give you back your credit card. I don’t need it anymore.“I won’t let you leave if you don’t agree to talk in private, Ms. Stolly.”“What the hell do you want to talk about?” I don’t even know you! “Don’t worry, I didn’t withdraw any cents from your credit card; it’s still there!”“It’s not about the credit card.”“Then what is it?”“You are hard to find, Ms. Stolly. “I have no choice but to report that my card has been stolen so they can track it down and lead me to you.”Now I’m even more confused. Why does he need to find me? If it’s not about the freaking credit card, then what is it?Did I turn him on last night so he wouldn’t forget about me?Then chubby girls must be his