"I just don't think it's a good idea," I replied, "I can provide you with money. You're my... mistress. If you need clothes or anything, just say it. I can get it for you. Name it.""If that's the case, why did you put me in that shabby cabin?" she fired back, her words hitting uncomfortably close to home.

As we approached the field, the atmosphere seemed to shift. The landscape transformed into a picturesque sight—a vast expanse adorned with vibrant colors. The field itself was a breathtaking sight to behold. Rows upon rows of flowers swayed gently in the breeze, a mesmerizing display of colors—deep purples, vibrant yellows, and soft pinks—all harmoniously blending together. Benches were strategically placed around, inviting people to sit. At the front, a small stage stood proudly, hinting at the evening's entertainment. Tents dotted the area. Excitement danced in Sammy's eyes as she eagerly hopped out of the car, and I followed suit. She beamed, “Welcome to the Sunset Field!” I smiled at her, glancing around. As we walked further into the field, I noticed that quite a number of people had already settled in, finding their spots and waiting for the evening's performance. As we made our way deeper into the field, Sammy gently tugged my hand, “Let’s go at the front” guiding me towards

“What?! What nonsense is this again?” He snapped. I shrugged to hide the pain of his words, “What? Can't do that? If you badly want to kiss me…” I looked seriously into his eyes, “Leave Samantha, make me your Luna instead. That‘s my only rule out of the hundred you gave me” He didn't do anything except stare at me while I watched him heartbreakingly, knowing what he would choose. His jaw clenched as he took a deep breath, looking away from me. He ran his hands through his hair. “You really know how to play a game” he muttered, smirking annoyed. I force a smile to him, “Circumstances force me to” “Then so be it” he muttered and took a step towards me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside towards my bedroom. He only lets go of my hand when we are inside my bedroom. My heart was beating so fast. “I will do what you said. Now, take off your clothes” he ordered. I took a deep breath and unclenched my fist. That’s right. I plan to use him in the first place since he was

NicholasThe sight of my cluttered office overwhelms me. Papers are scattered across my desk, deadlines looming, and my sleep has taken a vacation for a couple of days. I was knee-deep in sorting out my company's chaos and dealing with other packs' issues. The lines etched on my forehead and the heaviness in my shoulders reveal the exhaustion I can't shake off.I rub my tired eyes and let out an occasional heavy sigh, the weight of my responsibilities taking a toll on me. As I sat buried under piles of work, the door to my office swung open, revealing Samantha's confident entrance, carrying her overly sweet scent. I glanced up, exhausted and confused, meeting her carefree gaze.Samantha strode in with purpose, her heels echoing against the floor. She paused, taking in the cluttered mess of my office, her eyes meeting mine."Samantha, what brings you here?" I asked, surprised.“Hey” she greeted cheerfully, placing a coffee on my desk, “I brought you coffee”“Thanks, Sam,”“You're alway

The moment Clifford cranked up the engine, the yacht bobbed into action. The rush of the boat slicing through the water got us all hyped up. Were all caught up in the excitement, laughing and whooping as the yacht cruised ahead.With each wave crashing against the boat, any worries in my mind just melted away. I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear, soaking the calmness the ocean brought me.Basking in the warmth of the sun, we lounged in our swimsuits, the salty breeze playing with our hair. Sipping on refreshing juice, we sprawled out on deck chairs, flipping through magazines, and soaking up the rays.As we leafed through the pages, occasionally sharing tidbits from the magazines, Layla suddenly flashed a picture of a model in her magazine, “Oh my god, he is so handsome, right?”Gayle countered by presenting a picture of another model in her magazine, "Now, this one here is even more handsome!"“Oh please, Gayle, he looked like a raccoon!”"Come on, Layla, you have to admit this