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I was given an explanation by Fannie. "Let's put it in your position: if you saw your fiance kissing someone else... Would you continue with your marriage?" It was Fannie's question that caused me to pause for a few seconds. Should I still go through with the wedding even though I caught my future husband kissing another woman? Of course not! That is an unfair advantage. To me, it makes perfect sense. "Shut you up?" Fannie asked. "If it were up to me, I wouldn't continue with the wedding..."

And I vividly remember her mentioning that the box was delivered to her at the wrong time. The box had a label that said "From A," and the person who had posted Ava's picture with the love poem was also named A. And now, inside the box, there were underwear, sanitary pads, and some pictures of Ava. There was no doubt that she was having an affair. The question I had was, how long had this been going on? Whoever she was dating had to be in Spain to be able to deliver these items quickly. Did she start going out with the guy as soon as we arrived in Spain, or did she know him way before we came to Spain?

In case you haven’t guessed, he slept with my ex, yes, my ex PA I paid the taxi driver and headed inside. “You need to chill, Zade” Marcus said “Chill, chill…. chill. What the actual fuck Mark, what the actual fuck” I spat back “Let’s go inside and discuss this as mature humans” Marcus said “Humans sure but mature not really when your supposed best friend sleeps with your girlfriend” there, there I said it, no one knew except Marcus but now Luca does “What the fuck Marcus” Luca shouted “Not me…Luca it’s Miles” Marcus said

I replied, my eyes brimming with tears, and something darker… pent-up desire. “Do you perhaps want to check out my hotel room?” he asked smoothly, just as I remembered, and I found myself nodding before I could think. “Definitely,” I replied, and I immediately threw myself into his arms, kissing him passionately. It seemed the web of our forbidden affair was far from over, only changed. This time, he was my ex-stepfather. Author's Note: This is the end of One-Night Stand With My Stepfather..

The sudden, unwanted arousal I feel in my jeans is a shock, a betrayal from my own body. The anger I feel at my own thoughts, the disgust at my reaction, boils over. Without thinking, I grab the back of his neck, pull his face to mine, and smash my lips against his. The kiss is a desperate, furious thing. I devour his mouth, my tongue forcing its way in. I taste alcohol, and the bitterness of my own desperation. He responds with the same energy. All I can think is that this is so wrong. I am supposed to marry his sister. But I can't stop. I am blaming it on the alcohol, but the truth is, I don’t want to stop.

Sofie squealed as she looked at her daughter with one of the most rich and qualified bachelor. She had wished for her daughter to continue the extravagant life she lived ever since she entered the world and she had been lucky to hit the jackpot. Outside Keith paid no attention to Fiona who sat across him as he went through his phone trying to bring down the news of his upcoming engagement before it reached her. “Babe, what are you doing?” Fiona called in a manner that made him want to puke so badly but he kept quiet. When Fiona saw she wasn't getting any response from him she leaned over the table in a manner that her cleavage was revealed to him.

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Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

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That’s the debt I’m paying. It’s been almost a month. Gayle called off her wedding to Carlos. She said the accident made her see clearly—she never loved him. Maybe the crash gave us all a brutal sort of clarity. I don’t know. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, a nervous habit, as Paul steps back to let me into the penthouse.