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Why are you being so difficult about this?

Penulis: Blue Eyes
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-12-06 12:30:22

Bianca

I watch Julian, holding myself back so my anger does not spill over just yet. I see him pause, the way he moves in his seat, trying to figure out how much of this night he can still save.

I am not going to let him save any of it.

“Tell me what the article says,” I tell him.

Julian lets out a long breath and pushes a hand through his hair, but he will not look at me. He is doing that thing he does, holding something back, like he thinks he can soften the news.

“Bianca,” he starts, “I do not believe we should wreck a decent dinner with trash from a magazine.”

“I want to know what they wrote. Do not play games with me, Julian.”

Across the table, Javier clears his throat. Julian’s eyes dart toward him.

“Maybe we should just eat first. Just… settle down a little, all right?” Julian says.

Javier leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. “Cruz, tell her. Or do you want me to tell her?” His voice is plain, but there is something almost like pity in it.

Julian’s mouth becomes a hard
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  • My Fake Husband Wants A Threesome   The hard drives?

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  • My Fake Husband Wants A Threesome   This is what being free feels like.

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  • My Fake Husband Wants A Threesome   Why does today feel like the best day I have ever had?

    I am parked outside Brandon’s gate. I lean on the horn and let the sound bounce off the high walls around his property. This was once a place I called home. Once, it felt familiar. Once, it was… safe. Now? It’s nothing but a warped monument to everything I want to forget.I am still sitting there when the realization comes to me: the gate isn’t opening on its own. This is the first time I have ever waited here. Before, it would always slide open, smooth and quiet, like it was welcoming me back. Every single time… before I walked out on Brandon. Before I left all of this behind.The little electric tag that tells the gate to open is still stuck to my Bentley, the car I left with Brandon when I walked out of his life. The sensor does not recognize Julian’s car.I press the horn again.A burst of static cuts the quiet, and a blurred voice comes through. “Hello? Could you… um, could you roll down your window, ma’am? Please look at the camera?”I pull the window down slowly, on purpose, an

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    BiancaPutting how Julian’s words affect me into words is impossible. All I can manage is a laugh and a question. “Then what will you drive?”He moves nearer with a shrug. “You’ve seen my driveway. I have plenty of choices. I just like the Aston Martin, it’s quick and easy to handle.”“Thanks for letting me use it. I’ll do my best not to crash it.”“You really better not,” he says quietly, his hand coming up to push my hair back from my face. He lets his fingers stay there a moment. “And send me your location the second you decide where you’re going.”He leans in and kisses my forehead. A sudden, piercing sadness cuts right through me. He turns to leave, but stops just at the door. He comes back across the room in a few quick steps, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me, a deep, claiming kiss that leaves me breathless.When he breaks away, his voice is gravel. “That ought to make sure you remember me.”He pulls back, and there’s almost a smile on his lips. But his eyes show someth

  • My Fake Husband Wants A Threesome    He kissed me, and the rest of the world just disappeared...

    BiancaThe air in the room was heavy and close. Julian was beside me, his arm still resting over my waist. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my back, and it annoyed me, how calm his was when mine was racing.For a little while, he said nothing. The quiet pressed in on me, and I wanted to break it, to make him see why I had to do this.“I can’t stay here anymore,” I said, looking at the ceiling and trying to keep my voice even. “I can’t keep acting like everything is okay.”His hand pressed into my side. “No.”It was just one word, soft, but it landed so hard it stole my breath.“Julian…” I let out a long sigh and turned to face him, scrambling for the right thing to say. “I know you’re trying to help, but I have to face this. Every single day, there’s some new drama, some new lie. I can’t keep pulling you into it.”He shook his head. “Who says you can’t face it from right here?”“Be honest with yourself. This whole thing is a mess, and you’re stuck in it because of me.

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