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LIAM As soon as I left Felix, my irritation still pulsing beneath the surface, I gave him a clear directive: "Dig into this 'Queen of the West.' I want to know everything by morning." This day kept getting better and better, with more mysterious women throwing themselves in my path. This Queen of the West woman, whoever she was, sounded more like a joke and a waste of time, and I had a feeling the stunt she pulled back in the game room wouldn't be her last.

“Not believe—know. He has other women. We escaped, but others didn’t.” The host leaned in. “Why come forward now?” Amira looked into the camera. “Because he sent me a sonogram in the mail. Because he’s still trying to control my body, even from a distance. And because if we don’t expose him, he’ll just find another woman to trap.” Later that day… Dominic stood in the center of his high-rise office, arms folded as the TV blared. His jaw tightened with every word Amira spoke. “She has no idea what she’s started,” he said under his breath.

A rush of ecstacy engulfs me and I try to get in but Darren blocks my way. "Please Terra! She can't see you! Don't do this to her!" Darren is begging. "Honey, who is it!" But before he can even respond, Amira shows up at the door and is stunned. I'm stunned to see her too. She's pregnant. And very plumb with chubby cheeks and a shorter hair. Her eyes dilate in astonishment when she sees me. She holds on tightly to her husband, keeping a distance between us. What she does next comes as a surprise.

The dark-skinned woman rolled her eyes. She looked me up and down again. I didn’t back down. I stared at her too. She was beautiful. Her skin wasn’t dirty at all. I just wanted to tease her. She had large breasts and a beautiful body curve. “Caroline?” We all turned when I heard Amira’s voice. My eyes widened when I saw what she was wearing. Her breasts were almost spilling out of her strapless dress. She walked towards us, holding a drink.

With everything said and done, she and Ken Li messed up the lives of a lot kids and destroyed the plans and dreams they had for their individual lives and future. “Amira killed Ken, I don’t know if she did it herself or she sent thugs to do it for her but I know she did it. She’s rich, Amira Li is very rich but it’s a hidden fact. She made a lot of worth for her self because she trades on forex and bitcoins, she’s also a nude model and acts professional pornography but under a different name and identity. She wears a disguise in most of shoots so she looks different from her normal self. She owes multiple buildings all over the world, she’s a strategist , smart and a psychopath.” She stated

Amira backed away a step and said with a fake smile. "I am not intoxicated. Now strip," he instructed and plopped down on the bed. Amira would lie is she said she wasn't turned on by him. With a wide chest, broad shoulders, and firm powerful arms, he could bring any woman to his knees. He was sex on legs, a stunner. Maybe she can spare him some moments.

Ya... Ya Adnan?" She asked stuttering, her eyes widened when from the moonlight illuminating the room, she noticed he was naked. "sshhh..." He said quietly as his hand gently pulled her closer, she moved back from him, her heart beating fast. "Wh... What are you doing?" She asked with a stutter. Amirah was sweating more now and she wanted this to be a bad dream, she also wanted to wake up from it already. "Calm down, you'll enjoy it." His large palm grabbed her breast and she immediately pulled away with such force, it shocked them both.

She recalled his deep green eyes, blushing lightly, "Fuck me." Amira sat at the table while Miss J took the book she was given and walked off into the restricted section behind the small desk. She had flipped the open sign and unlocked the door, and taken a seat at the table while she waited. After her shower, she put on a tight shirt and jeans. She can’t wear anything revealing until her wounds heal. She pulled out her sketchbook and started to draw. Her mind was distracted to the Werewolf again. The large body, as black as the night sky. It’s fur was the softest thing she had ever felt in her life, and its eyes. They had this eerie glow to them, but they were kind and filled with concern f

a woman whispered, clutching her designer bag. “Montez De Vitalio’s girlfriend!” another squealed. “What the hell is she wearing?” “Such a fashion statement… look at those legs.” “Take a picture! Quick, this is going viral!” Amira tilted her head, lips curling into a slow smirk as the oversized shirt slipped lower on one shoulder, baring the faintest hint of collarbone. Montez’s shirt. She knew exactly how scandalous she looked. Half-dressed, strappy heels, bare legs—an audacious declaration that she didn’t just belong to the ruthless billionaire, she could do whatever the hell she pleased with his name stamped on her.

I Flying over the roof, I land on the roof near her window. The sheer curtains are open, and a light shines brightly through, which makes it easy for me to see through her window. As carefully as I can, I move closer and look inside. It takes me a moment to spot Amara. She’s strolling around the room in a really hot dress. The dress is what Nevaeh calls mermaid style. Yeah, I know way too much about girl fashion, thanks to Neveah. Amara twirls around and twists from side to side. I can see bits of skin through the nearly transparent black lace dress due to the plunging neckline that shows a little too much of her chest.