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The name suddenly sounded like it was the most beautiful name in the world to Anamika. "Huh?" she answered subconsciously, as if hypnotized. "Take your hands off." Anamika slowly took her hands off and Asher used the opportunity to grab them. 'Hmmm… soft and warm.' Anamika bit her lower lip as he played around her pointed nipples. 'This man will be the end of her.' She thought, while enjoying every bit of his ministrations. He was grinding her from behind, robbing his erection against her butt. Thanks to his activity, it rubbed off on Anamika and she also started doing the same. Asher pressed himself against her, grabbing her peaches firmly as he did that.

He stared at me like I’d gone insane. “Is this a clone or something?” I asked quietly, pointing at his eyes. “They’re a lighter shade, unlike how they usually are.” I narrowed my eyes. “Your jaw looks sharper and…” I stepped back when I saw the amused look in his eyes. “You know the shade of my eyes,” he muttered. I shook my head so fast I scared myself. Way to make myself look like a fool. I put my hands in front of me, trying to feel less embarrassed. “That’s not what I’m saying,” I blurted. “What I’m saying is that we’re not friends for you to just casually invite me to watch your game.”

Damn Nami! _______

Excited Amelia found her way into the kitchen thanking God for the little ray of hope she felt. "I know my sister is wrong about Jack. he loves me and he will choose me over all these fancy women. It's just a matter of time". Amelia obviously hasn't been this happy in a very long time from Jack's actions or words. Who knows he would willingly pick her as his wife instead of these women? Scanning through the refrigerator for ingredients available, Amy concluded on making Brie Quesadilla with fruit salsa.

As if on cue, Nate began setting the table with the food and plates. "Foods ready girls" he shouted in a sing-song. He'd cooked steak and provided rice, chips, and potatoes as a side option. It was simple, but super yummy. "So, Jack" I started, as I took my last bite of steak. "What do you work as" "I'm a counsellor, I have my own business" He took a sip of his wine. "What about you?" "Nursery teacher" Nate decided to change the subject by asking Amanda if I'd informed her about the birthday card for Hope.

"You must be Yamamoto Aito. I recognized you by your signature platinum blonde hair. What a cutie. My name is Akame. Wanna dance?" I quickly shook my head. She was gorgeous and all but I didn't get a reaction from seeing her like that. I already knew I wouldn't. I only came so Haruto could get laid. Speaking of Haruto, where was he? We came in together but I couldn't see him again. Did he already find someone? "Aw don't be shy" she said, pressing her body close to me. "I've heard a lot of things about you. You're quite popular with the girls". She leaned even closer. "They say you're a beast in bed. Don't you want to ravage me?"

“And my name is Amaris.” “So, Ames—is it okay if I call you that?” He asks, and although I can see his lips moving and know that it’s obviously him speaking, all I can hear is my brother’s voice saying that same stupid nickname. Suddenly, I’m no longer on the outskirts of the pack lands with Maxon. No, instead, I’m standing over Axel’s still warm and bloody body, the sound of the gunshot still echoing throughout my mind, the beat of my heart pulsing double time in my ears, as if it’s having to work harder, trying to make up for the fact that Axel’s heart no longer beats as mine does.

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "