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It was really awkward for Natasha to be calling me this early. "Hey sis" "Hey Nat" "How are you?" "I'm good what is up?" "Have you been online today?" "No not yet, been busy all morning... why you asking?" "Nothing really... just that there is something you should see" I was curious to know what she was talking about that I did not wait for her to say anything else before i ended the call. I went online and I was shocked to see the news. My pictures and Adelia's were all over the media with the headline THE TYCOON'S SEX CONTRACT LEAKS.

Talking about which, a new video from my fav yt should be up now. "Murder and makeup - buzzfeed unsolved, Bailey Sarian, other youtubers who do crime related videos - and who watches them? The next-door neighbor girl with the big eyes and friendly appearance." Michael laughed. "Number thirteen the name game. I'll be damned if you don't turn into Sara de Beaumont." I laughed at his sternness. "I love how it sounds."

The house is finally, perfectly silent. Mom and Jonah’s SUV disappeared down the street twenty minutes ago, taillights swallowed by the dark. Anniversary weekend. Two whole nights of freedom. I knew exactly what I was going to use it for. I don’t knock. Tyler’s door swings open, and the blue-white glow of his monitor hits me like a spotlight. He’s slouched deep in his gaming chair, grey sweatpants shoved down to mid-thigh, fist wrapped tight around his cock, slow, lazy strokes that stop the second he sees me.

Chapter Nine Do You Think I'm Pathetic? Annie's POV I couldn't sleep. I'd been staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours, my mind replaying everything. Diaman's face, Katy's smug smile, the wedding I had planned for them, the kiss Grey gave me in front of everyone. Finally, I gave up. I threw off the covers and stepped out of my room. The house was too silent. My footsteps echoed as I walked down the hallway, peeking into rooms I hadn't seen before. Grey's house was like a museum. Everything perfectly placed, expensive, untouched.

I pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket with numb fingers. The screen was lit up with a notification from the anonymous school gossip page. I tapped it. A ten-second video auto-played immediately. It was a crisp, high-definition clip of the parking lot confrontation from two minutes ago—Brenna screaming, Jeremy backing up against his truck, and me violently yanking my arm out of Brenna’s grip. The caption written underneath made my stomach completely drop through the floorboards: "Dream Couple in flames? Jeremy’s Route 9 motel mystery deepens... but why was the blonde sister shaking so hard? What is Anna hiding? Drop your theories below. 🤫🔥"

Moan kept escaping her lips. The water started to get cold and goosebumps were all over Bre’s body. Tyler noticed as he turned off the water, he picked her up wrapping her legs around him tight, and carried her to his room. Placing her gently on his bed. She made the sexiest face he had ever seen. He continued to make love to her as if she was something too precious for words. Bre fell asleep after hours of lovemaking. Tyler couldn’t sleep; he was full of adrenalin. Damn, I just slept with Annabel’s daughter. Dad didn’t say anything about her... why? Looking at Breanna as she slept, Tyler thought this was not fair. Why do you have to be so beautiful and desirable? No wonder Dad fell for Anna

Now it was hip. "What's up?" I asked while sitting in a comfy wingchair sheathed in African print fabric. Tyler sat on the loveseat and sighed. "I met someone." "Really? Who is she?" Tyler rolled her eyes. "Will you stop it! I'm not gay!" But she was hiding a smile. I chuckled. "Tats, biker, muscles …" Tyler leaned forward. "Will you be serious?" "I'm sorry," I said. "What's up?" She licked her lips. I knew she was nervous, and because my Angel of Death was nervous, I got serious.

I must admit it has been really hard not to lose myself in him. Work has not so great either, I have lost inspiration, and I have no actual sexual experience to write about. There is only so much phone sex and kissing you can have before it becomes boring There is a town fare thing happening in Tyler's town today, and we have been invited. I think it is Tyler's excuse to check up on me and see what my relationship with Luke is like "You have no idea how that thing is making my blood boil." "What thing?" "That thing you call a dress which you are choosing not to wear panties with."

lit up her arms, “Why is she doing that? That didn’t happen earlier.” Nick spoke and his eyebrows scrunched together. After a solid minute they both gasped for air and Tyler’s beautiful green eyes blinked back into place as she found mine, “I had to really push to get through his mind block. She is at the old cabin they took my parents to hiding out because she doesn’t think we will look there. She is also planning on attacking me tonight. We need to go now. I’m putting spell on him to block him from communicating with her.” While I hadn’t noticed, her hands were still steady on him and he had slumped over into a deep sleep, “Okay. Stetson! Is the truck ready? Nick, inform Emery to double d

I’ve clawed too far, too deep, to lose now. Soon I’ll be Mrs. Calloway. I can already see it, the perfect house, the press photos, the power. Once I get Lena to push her father toward me, it’ll be over. Grant won’t even realize it until he’s trapped. And Nova will be nothing but a distant memory. Tyler chose that moment to open his mouth and ruins the picket fence fantasy. “I mean, your dad isn’t with her,” he says again, voice dripping with mockery. “She’s thirty, maybe forty. She looks like she could’ve birthed us.”