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Chase had joined Cathy and was carrying a pair of shorts and a large shirt for her. “Chase…” Cathy was shaking. “Something changed.” He nodded his head at her still too stunned to speak. Jayden, Edna, Steph, Mason, and the older members of the pack were just as stunned. “I don’t think anyone has any idea of what just happened. Maybe Asher…” He was still speaking when Asher rolled in wildly with the motorbike. Cathy momentarily forgot their plight frowning at Asher’s naked body. He definitely wasn’t comfortable riding astride like that. Worse was the sight of Maggie’s body hanging across the seat pale as a sheet and motionless.

Three of them looked like over blown balloons in the dress they wore with their makeup standing out like paste on their face. "How is that any of your business? She doesn't need your complement. And yes, I dolled her up. You can call me in case you need my help because it looks like you all really need my help from your faces." Eloise stepped in and sneered at them. "Hmph!" They all turned to leave. "Don't mind them. You should already know they mean no good." "Thank you for everything tonight, you made me so beautiful." Ashley said to Eloise sincerely for the first time.

Hazel shook her head reminiscing how guilty he looked for nothing. That was how the drug affected him. He did not even remember anything that happened between them. “ Tobias Ashford... ” He snickered darkly. Hazel eyed him and noticed how his hands were all over her. “ He is such an emotional fool. ” He added and looked at her. “ You never disappoint me Angel. ” He grabbed her waist and pulled her close. Hazel stared in his eyes and gulped down the nervous lump forming in her throat. “ What now? ” Hazel asked, making sure to get to know everything from him.

“It was just one time, and that does not count as cheating! Every fucking body out there knows that I am married to Zara. She is my wife. I will never cheat on her, at least not again.” Trisha smiled. “So what you are trying to tell me is that if I get naked in front of you right now, you are going to walk out and not touch me at all?” Asher’s jaw tightened, but he did not respond. He started to walk away instead. Fuck this. He would not let her ruin his marriage. He would find all means to have that picture taken down. He would explain and apologize to… “Asher,” Trisha called softly. Instinctively, he turned to face her. And instantly regretted his decision. She was naked, her nipples stret

Obviously, it was too small for the both of them to fit comfortably. Her breath caught when she saw Ash appear in the doorway, shirtless. His hair was still damp from the shower he'd taken, water droplets clung to his bare body. Jo stared at his chest and hoped she wasn't drooling. Even if she was, nobody could blame her. Although she'd called Ash's body scrawny earlier, it was anything but. His chest and pecs were clearly delineated and his pants hung low on his hips, missing the indecent mark by just a hair.

And facing the bed, was a gigantic monochromatic painting…of him. Naked. Thankfully, in the painting he was laying on his stomach, the mosaic of tattoos on full display, though hiding what needed to be hidden. Still, I don’t think I would want to wake up in the morning and that be the first thing I look at. “Fredrico Givanchy…” Asher murmured. I turned around and raised my brow. “A very famous photographer. I have modeled a few times. When I didn’t have to deal with the Alpha nonsense and was free as a bird.”

Everyday you come into work looking like a model 🤮 Alanna🥺 Thank you? Nikolai‼️ I wanna show off too 😔 Alanna🥺 You can wear anything you want tonight! You, Asher, and Wilder Asher🗿 I'm going shirtless then 😏 Mr. Carson Mr. Pierce please don't Wilder✨ Haha can't show off your imaginary abs 😝 Asher🗿 Well I'm sorry wilder that we're all not like you 😑

The way she whispered my name like he had always known it, like I belonged to him in some twisted way. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass. “Not happening tonight,” I muttered. But the universe hates confident people. A shadow moved at the treeline. Not running,not wandering,just standing and watching. A tall figure this time,definitely not the child. My stomach twisted as the shape stepped slightly into the moonlight, revealing a man… or something trying to look like one. He wore a long dark coat, almost Victorian-style, with a fur collar dusted with snow. His hair was black, swept back, too neat for someone standing in a blizzard. The moonlight sharpened the lines of his face,high

I rip it up, over my chest, until it comes over my head. Asher stops moving; he levels a look on me, taking in the view of my nudity. His cock flexes beneath me. "Take off your pants," I demand. He pops the top button; I rise up on my knees so he can shimmy the clothing off entirely. I start to lower myself, but he catches my hips, shoving me down firmly on top of his shaft. It sandwiches between us, sizzling with heat, the girthy tip poking my navel.

When I tried to recall, I was greeted by a merciless pain in my head. The bathroom door pulled open, and involuntarily my blue gaze lifted and caught Asher's, stepping out, almost naked with only a blue short cladding around his waist. It was hanging so dangerously low with lines of water running down the bare surface of his chest, down every dotted black ink of the massive tattoo on his chest, leading to his arms and back, every trail of his god-damned muscle, his unbelievably fine abs. Holy fuck, he was hot.