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Hey, Y'all!!!!First of all, I would like to acknowledge all the readers (you know who you are) who contacted me outside this profile. Thank you for your support and all the love you showed me through your private messages. This return has been tough, but your motivational texts have helped me a lot. You are indeed the best readers out there. I've seen a lot of 'when is the next update?' types of questions. I just wanted to let you all know that I UPDATE DAILY (sometimes double chapters). I might not do it at the same hour every day, but I have 24H at my disposal. (Remember that I work on this book every single day, on Sundays, too, so I never prepare in advance). I live in Italy, so I always try to update by 6 PM (which is midnight in some of your countries). Therefore, I'm kindly asking for your... PATIENCE. What you can do for me while waiting for the updates is LEAVE A REVIEW. A PUBLIC REVIEW. It would mean a lot to me. Your opinions (good or not so good) always helped me while
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‘I’ll meet you at the Siberian tiger exhibit,’ he’d written. Sunday afternoon was her only real day off, and Billie used it to meet the only man brave enough to ask her out. Crazy enough to even contemplate the idea of getting to know her. She looked around, trying to stay focused and calm in the middle of such mayhem. There were a bunch of families, adults, and children, a lot of tourists speaking every language known to man and animals, also from every corner of the planet.“Why did I say yes to him? Why did I agree to meet him here? What happened to ‘let’s have a cup of coffee together’?” Billie murmured, astonished at herself for even showing up. “I must be out of my mind…” All week, she’d scoffed at the very notion that she, an intelligent, educated, sophisticated professional woman, would be seen at such a place. Yet, here she was… She was having her first date with a man who’d excited her on both a deeply personal and an intellectual level
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However, there were things Billie needed to get straight now that Timothy was no longer some faceless online confidant. Like the fact that they’d met under false pretenses.“What made you e-mail me the first time?” she asked him out of the blue.There had been no photograph accompanying her profile. Even Liam wouldn’t stoop that low.Timothy thought for a few minutes.“To be honest, I don’t know. That was a while ago. I kinda liked your profile. How straightforward you were... Like, ‘This is who I am and what I want’. No apologies. It was straight-up. You communicate directly… Almost like a man.”Billie looked into his frank, innocent blue eyes and knew she had to tell him.
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“Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?” Maxima called to Liam as he headed off for work. He paused and turned to face her.“What’s for dinner?”“I’m trying out a new recipe. ‘Cheesy Asparagus Stuffed Chicken’. I’ll use fresh mozzarella and sun-dried tomatoes. For dessert, I’ll go for a Vanilla Cake with strawberries. So, are you in?”“My pants are getting super tight, Max,” Liam replied, sighing. “I skip my workouts so I can eat your food.”“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”“I feel like I’m living on the set of Julia Child’s cooking program. People aren’t meant to eat so much butter and cream and wine.”“Oh, nonsense, Liam! If you use all these things in the right proportions, then you’re good to go. Besides, Julia Child and her husband both lived into their nineties, if you must know. So, I’ll take butter and cream over a bag of potato chips any day. Healthier and tastier.”“I don’t eat potato chips, Max.” She put her hands on her hips.“If you’re
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“I may not tell you this enough, but… I love you, Mrs. Stove,” Maxima cooed as she removed a tray of absolutely perfect profiteroles from the oven. “People may say that a stove is just a stove, but you, my dear, are a work of art. Thank you!” Maybe the saying “You get what you pay for” wasn’t always true, but in this case, the expansive range was a dream to work with. Her hair was still slightly damp from her shower, and an apron covered the denim shorts and blouse she wore. She’d always taken time to freshen up and dress in her nice clothes when she’d been working in restaurants, but now that she was working from home, Maxima saw no reason to change her ways. If she made sure to shower and change and put on makeup before Liam got home, that was coincidental. Purely coincidental. Maxima heard the key in the door, and her foolish heart fluttered.“Liam…” she said slowly, and pressed a hand over her chest. She was really going to have to do s
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She wanted this. There was no question about it. Maxima’s hands were tracing the contours of his back, his shoulders, his arms. Liam was doing his own exploring, too, touching her hair, the curve of her face, her neck, and tracing patterns up and down her side, coming closer to her breasts but not quite reaching them, building heat within her. Liam kept kissing Maxima, as though now he had possession of her mouth, he would never let it go. He licked, explored, teased, and pleasured her mouth in a way that let her know he would take as much delight in every part of her, and he was in no hurry. She started to tug at his shirt, needing desperately to take it off. He broke the kiss and helped her tug the thing off. Her urgency fired his, so he decided to do the same. Maxima helped him, four hands all pulling at once. A deep growl of satisfaction came from his throat when her blouse went sailing through the air.“You’re so damn sexy, angel…” he said, fol
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“Well, you have a party to prepare for, so I’d better go home and finish packing my suitcase. Tomorrow I’m going to leave Scarsdale for good.” Maxima got up from the comfortable armchair and put on her shoes. Billie Right, her best friend, did the same thing.“Are you sure you don’t want to come to our party? We would all love that very much,” Billie asked.“I'm afraid I can’t,” Maxima replied to her best friend.“Oh, come on, hon. This is going to be our last party as college girls. Well, college dropout, in your case.” ‘College dropout…’ The definition was right, but Maxima didn’t feel like a college dropout. She felt more like a survivor. This part of her school education just wasn’t made for Maxima. She tried with all her might for everybody's sake, but college was just a prison. She did her best to be a perfect college student for almost three years, but at one point, Maxima felt trapped. She became the shadow of herself, a perfect ghoul.
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Maxima put the suitcases near the door and then looked around the house. It was way too quiet and way too big for her alone. The night was warm and pleasant, so Maxima decided to stay outside and enjoy the nightly breeze. What better way to say goodbye to the place that has been her home for the last seven years?“Yeah… I’m going to stay here. I’ll doze off on the plane.” She sat on the swinging chair, enjoying the quiet night. The street was empty, no one in sight. The lamplights offered the best light ever so that she could ‘spy’ on her neighbors without getting caught in the act. From her porch, Maxima could see Mrs. Right in the kitchen, cleaning and loading the dishwasher. Billie’s mother was the perfect housewife. The house was always spic and span, the kitchen was always ‘in full mode’. Spending time with Billie’s family has always been a blessing. And not only because of Billie, or her parents, who always made her feel so welcome in their hous
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She wanted this. There was no question about it. Maxima’s hands were tracing the contours of his back, his shoulders, his arms. Liam was doing his own exploring, too, touching her hair, the curve of her face, her neck, and tracing patterns up and down her side, coming closer to her breasts but not quite reaching them, building heat within her. Liam kept kissing Maxima, as though now he had possession of her mouth, he would never let it go. He licked, explored, teased, and pleasured her mouth in a way that let her know he would take as much delight in every part of her, and he was in no hurry. She started to tug at his shirt, needing desperately to take it off. He broke the kiss and helped her tug the thing off. Her urgency fired his, so he decided to do the same. Maxima helped him, four hands all pulling at once. A deep growl of satisfaction came from his throat when her blouse went sailing through the air.“You’re so damn sexy, angel…” he said, fol
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“I may not tell you this enough, but… I love you, Mrs. Stove,” Maxima cooed as she removed a tray of absolutely perfect profiteroles from the oven. “People may say that a stove is just a stove, but you, my dear, are a work of art. Thank you!” Maybe the saying “You get what you pay for” wasn’t always true, but in this case, the expansive range was a dream to work with. Her hair was still slightly damp from her shower, and an apron covered the denim shorts and blouse she wore. She’d always taken time to freshen up and dress in her nice clothes when she’d been working in restaurants, but now that she was working from home, Maxima saw no reason to change her ways. If she made sure to shower and change and put on makeup before Liam got home, that was coincidental. Purely coincidental. Maxima heard the key in the door, and her foolish heart fluttered.“Liam…” she said slowly, and pressed a hand over her chest. She was really going to have to do s
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“Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?” Maxima called to Liam as he headed off for work. He paused and turned to face her.“What’s for dinner?”“I’m trying out a new recipe. ‘Cheesy Asparagus Stuffed Chicken’. I’ll use fresh mozzarella and sun-dried tomatoes. For dessert, I’ll go for a Vanilla Cake with strawberries. So, are you in?”“My pants are getting super tight, Max,” Liam replied, sighing. “I skip my workouts so I can eat your food.”“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”“I feel like I’m living on the set of Julia Child’s cooking program. People aren’t meant to eat so much butter and cream and wine.”“Oh, nonsense, Liam! If you use all these things in the right proportions, then you’re good to go. Besides, Julia Child and her husband both lived into their nineties, if you must know. So, I’ll take butter and cream over a bag of potato chips any day. Healthier and tastier.”“I don’t eat potato chips, Max.” She put her hands on her hips.“If you’re
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However, there were things Billie needed to get straight now that Timothy was no longer some faceless online confidant. Like the fact that they’d met under false pretenses.“What made you e-mail me the first time?” she asked him out of the blue.There had been no photograph accompanying her profile. Even Liam wouldn’t stoop that low.Timothy thought for a few minutes.“To be honest, I don’t know. That was a while ago. I kinda liked your profile. How straightforward you were... Like, ‘This is who I am and what I want’. No apologies. It was straight-up. You communicate directly… Almost like a man.”Billie looked into his frank, innocent blue eyes and knew she had to tell him.
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‘I’ll meet you at the Siberian tiger exhibit,’ he’d written. Sunday afternoon was her only real day off, and Billie used it to meet the only man brave enough to ask her out. Crazy enough to even contemplate the idea of getting to know her. She looked around, trying to stay focused and calm in the middle of such mayhem. There were a bunch of families, adults, and children, a lot of tourists speaking every language known to man and animals, also from every corner of the planet.“Why did I say yes to him? Why did I agree to meet him here? What happened to ‘let’s have a cup of coffee together’?” Billie murmured, astonished at herself for even showing up. “I must be out of my mind…” All week, she’d scoffed at the very notion that she, an intelligent, educated, sophisticated professional woman, would be seen at such a place. Yet, here she was… She was having her first date with a man who’d excited her on both a deeply personal and an intellectual level
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Hey, Y'all!!!!First of all, I would like to acknowledge all the readers (you know who you are) who contacted me outside this profile. Thank you for your support and all the love you showed me through your private messages. This return has been tough, but your motivational texts have helped me a lot. You are indeed the best readers out there. I've seen a lot of 'when is the next update?' types of questions. I just wanted to let you all know that I UPDATE DAILY (sometimes double chapters). I might not do it at the same hour every day, but I have 24H at my disposal. (Remember that I work on this book every single day, on Sundays, too, so I never prepare in advance). I live in Italy, so I always try to update by 6 PM (which is midnight in some of your countries). Therefore, I'm kindly asking for your... PATIENCE. What you can do for me while waiting for the updates is LEAVE A REVIEW. A PUBLIC REVIEW. It would mean a lot to me. Your opinions (good or not so good) always helped me while
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Howard patted Liam on the back once more.“This is so exciting, son! Good thing I saw you here, so I can help you with this important choice. Give you some advice. I know a lot about diamonds. I’ve been insuring jewelers for decades. Fascinating business, if I may say so.”“May I help you, gentlemen?” a woman who reminded him a little of a teacher he’d had in sixth grade asked.“Absolutely!” Howard exclaimed. “Liam here wants to buy an engagement ring. But not just an ordinary one. No, no. He wants the perfect ring for his fiancée. So, a good quality one, mind you.”“Of course, Sir.” So, Liam, who didn’t know much about diamonds and didn’t care to know, got a lesson in gemstones and had very little choice but to buy one of them for a woman he had no intention of marrying. Not now, not ever. Since Howard was not only a self-proclaimed diamond expert but also a shrewd businessman, he negotiated a nice discount on the ring they both agreed would look perfect on
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Liam smelled the fragrant scent of a woman on the pillow. He woke slowly, wondering where the woman who smelled so good had disappeared to, and as his faculties sharpened, he realized he was sleeping on Maxima’s side of the bed. And that there was a very satisfied smile glued to his lips. He’d known from the moment they first kissed at the dinner where he’d introduced her as his fiancée that he and she would have chemistry. But he’d had no idea their chemistry would lead to this emotional explosion. Maxima was hot… she gave and took pleasure with honest enjoyment. Even after a night where they’d worked around the limited supply of condoms by pleasuring each other numerous times with mouths and hands, Liam still wanted her. Her and her damn rules. When this thing was over and Maxima no longer lived with him, then maybe they could forget all about the rules and have some fun. It was something to look forward to. By
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Maxima blinked dazedly. She’d nearly forgotten he’d told her to hold her arms over her head. Watching Liam just now in her disoriented, post-orgasmic state, all she’d wanted to do was to touch him. She’d started to let go. With his insistence that she hold her wrists above her head, all Maxima could do was watch him helplessly as he fucked her... as he took his pleasure. Because that’s definitely what he was doing. She’d fantasized incessantly about what it would be like to be with Liam. But she hadn’t prepared herself to be owned by him. She never would’ve guessed he was this type of lover. Maxima gripped her wrists tighter. Her hips began to move in a counter rhythm to his. It felt sinfully good. A light sheen of perspiration gleamed on his ridged torso. His nostrils flared slightly as he stared down at her. The tempo of their slapping bodies increased in her ears.“You act like you want it good and hard,” Liam said. “But
