Romans & histoires Amber Hayes Onlyfans

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Amber laughed at that, “I haven’t had any cake lately at all. Leo had to have surgery a few days ago and he’s not supposed to have sex for the next six, long weeks. And as for me and Grayson, he’s married now Ebony. So, him and I aren’t fucking anymore.” Ebony scoffed, “So let me get this fucking straight bitch, you are in close proximity to two of the hottest, richest fuckers in this whole fucking city and you ain’t hitting either of them? Now I know another reason you’re here today girl.” “I’m here to try and make nice with my best friend in the world and pay the club back. I come bearing gifts as well.” Amber bent down to the duffle bag she’d dropped by her feet in the incinerator. She un

Returning her attention to work, Haley picked up the tablet's pen and started working on the first draft of the design. She'd only drawn a few lines however when her mind subconsciously drifted to Liam again. Did he quit so soon? That was impossible. Maybe he was busy at the other company. “Hey, Haley.” Someone stopped in front of her desk. Looking up, Haley had the urge to groan. “Hi, Amby.” “What are you doing?” Amby checked out the tablet from her hands. “Working on a new project?” “Yeah.” Haley nodded. And she could do with some peace.

The only thing about our situation is that he's so focused with where we are going and he probably isn't aware about how sweet shit we look right now. I've never held hands with anyone except Ashton but he's an exception because he is my best friend and there's no romantic strings attached between us. So, Cyrus is the first guy I have held hands with. He's my first real kiss and not that Dylan because there was no feelings to it at all, and he's the first man I've been intimate with in my twenty four years of existence. Gosh, I am blushing!

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Caleb I found Amber’s fucking boyfriend social media pages- F******k and I*. Shan had let the name slip at the bar and that was all I needed to get the bastard. Why am I pissed? Because the idea of this simpleton touching my darling Amber is enough to almost make me want to murder him. Dave Sanders. Age 29. A digital Strategist at STG Advertising Agency. Brown eyes, blonde hair and a body that says I would easy defeat him in a hand-to-hand combat.

“Who knew it took a racist, white bitch to butter you up?” “Back to Oklahoma people.” Maeve smiled sneakily trying to change the subject. “We’d have to go with the same plan we initially utilized with Adam Hayes. The dating app catfish.” “He’s even hotter than some catfish pics!” Jack commented and they all agreed looking at Bryan’s ripped body. “Besides he doesn’t even need to add a face to the pic. Most guys on the app just upload their torsos or other delicate parts. “He has an account on one of the best gay hookup apps. Goes by the username of ‘@floresdgrindr14’.”

The way her body had arched and begged. The way Brian had looked at her — like something to be broken and worshipped at the same time. Fuck. Why was my body still reacting to it? My phone buzzed in my lap for the fourth time in ten minutes. I didn’t need to look anymore. OnlyFans. The numbers were climbing fast — likes, comments, new subscribers flooding in after the short BDSM-inspired clip I’d posted in a haze of confused arousal. “For fuck’s sake,” I muttered, silencing the notification.

Amelia POV Lyra signed the paper. The buyer's representative immediately reached out for the document. "It's done, Amelia," Lyra breathed, triumphant. "The Hayes legacy is officially over." Suddenly, the boardroom doors flew open. A tall, menacing figure stepped in. It wasn't Adrian. It was Branwyn Hayes. He was older, colder, and utterly terrifying. "You're late, Lyra," Branwyn said, his eyes fixed on me. "And you brought company." Lyra smiled, a nervous, desperate gesture. "It's handled, Mr. Hayes. The sale is finalized. The final assets are yours."

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