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he explains, licking his lips. "How is he with women?" I wonder, my teeth latching onto my lip. "He pushes them away," he snickers, "I don't even think he kissed anyone or slept with any girl." "He's a virgin?" I gasp in shock . "I think. " he nods, "He doesn't like women very much. Problems with our mom, but of course that's not my story to tell and I've already said too much. But I thought I'd talk to him in hope that he wouldn't push you away. And now you say he's gone?"

A man was currently going through intense pain and I was almost blabbing my tongue out. “Should I call for help?” “There's a reason they aren't here, Rebecca, and you shouldn't be here either,” he said, and coughed out a large amount of white foamy substance. I quickly rushed to the bathroom and got some tissues. I wiped the floor clean, then noticed the substance all over his shirt. I tried to take off his shirt, but he shook his head. “Relax, you wouldn't be the first man I've ever seen naked,” I said, hoping to lighten the mood.

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

“But I’m worried. What if he finds out about the surrogate issue? He’ll be furious. You know how my dad is very strict and old-fashioned. And now that his health is finally improving, the last thing I want is to stress him with my personal drama.” Kunle leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin. “That’s true, bro. But I don’t think he’ll find out, at least not anytime soon. You’ve handled things well. And besides, even if he hears, it’s not like you committed a crime. You wanted a child, and you went for it.” Ken forced a smile, though he wasn’t fully convinced. “I hope so.” Kunle shrugged. “Relax, jare. You overthink things too much.”

She looked at him cautiously, eyeing the passersby and locals. "Relax," Bash said calmly, suppressing that familiar feeling arising in his heart. He was in his hoodie and sunglasses, so there was no way others would recognize him. But this girl. . .she could see him closely. Why was she pretending like she didn't know him? He smiled, but that didn't reach his eyes. "I want to transfer the treatment cost. So, that's why I am asking. You are hurt..." "No, I am not. It is just normal cuts." She lowered her gaze. "Thanks, but please don't bother yourself,"

I'd already packed my visa, flight ticket, and certifications in my suitcase. This time, I was really leaving. Just as I dragged my suitcase toward the door, my parents' voices drifted from the living room. Mom's tone held a trace of regret. "If only we'd let Jocelyn and Felix get together back then. With her charm, she would've been the perfect mafia boss' wife. "It's just a shame that his brother, Frederick Wright, was still in charge at the time. Who could've guessed he'd kick the bucket and Felix would end up taking over?"

I shook my head, "But if you're going to enter my office again, you'll need to trust me, to be vulnerable in front of me, and to be okay with that. Apparently, you're not, you lie, every question I ask, you answer it with a lie. It's been a month, and as your therapist, I should know a bit about you know, but I really don't know anything." "What do you want to know?" My eyebrows pulled together, "What?" "Ask." He said, "You say I never answer you honestly, ask now, if it will satisfy you, I will give you the answer you're waiting for." I felt he's bluffing me with me, so I went for a sensitive question right away, challenging him, "Who caused those scars over your body?" He didn't even seem

"Huh?" I was still riding the high of getting twenty million dollars and didn't process the question right away. Felix let out a short laugh. "Because I cared way too much about appearances—and because Sienna hated strong smells—I told everyone I couldn't stand blue cheese. But during those six months, I couldn't speak. "So how did you know? "Tell me the truth, Ruth. When my mind was separated from my body... could you see my spirit?" Oh, crap.

It was supposed to be harmonius but it isn't. "Good morning Uncle." I bowed in front of him. He looked just like my father. But a little overweight. He wore a black toxedo, unbuttoned to the chest revealing his chest hair. He and short curly messy hair, round face, wife chin with messy beard. He looked like a homeless n but he was still the richest man I have ever met apart from my father. He wasn't married. Always in and out of jail. I think the FBI might be looking for him.He spotted me standing beside the door and smiled, revealing his golden crowns. Made of real gold. He opened his arms;

He decided that we meet at the Osmium so no one could know about this meeting, so discreet that I’d been dying to know the information he found about Maverick’s possible father. “Just wait a minute.” It didn’t last ten seconds before my uncle arrived. “Lake.” “Uncle.” I shook his hand and did a fist bump. “Now that we’re here, what are we waiting for?” “We have another person involved. I hope he will give us permission to do what’s necessary.” “Who?” The man in his early thirties walked into the room. He looked confident in his gray Henley, black leather jacket, and faded denim jeans. He took off his sunglasses and smiled at my uncle.