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Elle wrinkled up her nose. I groaned and covered my face with my hands. Another thing to have to think about! “Yeah, and I think one of those sex partners are sitting up in the packhouse sipping tea with Reza and Reya,” I sighed, resting my head on Elle’s shoulder. “Who?” she demanded to know, her interest peaked. “A red haired bitch called Amber. I remember seeing her in tabloids with him when we were still at Cambridge. She’s some clothing designer or something,” I elaborated, knowing a simple name would never be enough to satisfy Eliana’s thirst for information.

Amber As agreed, I went to the mall to meet my girl friends, a bunch of girls who led lives similar to the life I led. They were Trisha, Millie, and Haley, my three friends who participated in my life. They were all influencers too, but they all had smaller followers compared to me, although they all had more than a million followers. For example, Haley, a pretty redheaded girl with light eyes who created lifestyle digital content, had 3.5 million followers; Millie, the dark-haired girl with a pretty face who was a model, also had 2.9 million followers; and Trisha, a brunette girl beautiful and standard who worked on local television stations as an actress, had an impressive milestone of 4.5

“First of all, do not compare me to that bastard that you call a daughter. And second, he is not going to do anything to you. He wouldn't dare.” I arched a brow. “Wouldn’t he? And the next time you call my daughter Bastard, we're going to be dealing with things differently.” “You cheated on me with that Omega, that girl and whatever children that you think that you can have with other women or bastards in my eyes.” Lysandra clenched her fists at her sides. I knew that I should respond to her, but I knew the responding was just going to end up adding flame to whatever she was trying to play with and right now I do not want to do that. I wanted her to leave. “He wouldn’t kill you, Damon. He ju

My precious honey’s wide smile welcomed me gleefully. “Mommy, I have breaking news for you.” Hopping in joy, she was waving her tab in the air, it was hard to see the reason for her happiness on the moving screen. So, I crouched down and questioned softly. “What’s the good news, my precious honey? Please tell your mommy!” Hayley twirled before pausing her celebratory dance and showed me her tablet. “Mommy, look at the number of subscribers of my You*ube channel. It’s stupendous!”

she declared on the way. Ash gave her ass an appreciative gaze more than once. Even Leo had glanced in the dark Goddess’ direction. But Amber didn’t fault him, her friend was gorgeous. And well Amber had checked out Ash a time or two this evening. Ebony had no problems with nudity and cared more about losing her money rather than her modesty. Amber used to not have any problems taking her clothes off either. At least until her body started changing and since she had two men she loved with all her heart. It now felt wrong in some way.

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Leah said, her hand holding out a shiny paper bag to Amy who couldn't wait to receive it. Leah bribed Amy with a famous designer bag that only ten of them in the world and Leah is one of the owners. Amy gladly accepted it, because Leah knew, financially, Jerome and Leah were much richer than Amy's husband, who turned out to be just a senior manager in the tax department.

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I tap on the first article available and my heart clenches with an unfamiliar emotion. There is a picture of the blonde friend. Amelia. Amelia Greene. In Cathy’s spot is an animated portrait of her. She hates pictures was the explanation given under the animation. Is that why she took down her TicToc account? Oh well, I have the video. I have all three videos. I waste no time in searching Amelia up on Instaagram and TicToc. Her accounts are private. Even her Fazebook. Double shit.