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"And how is little Mr. Steele?" "He's fine," I pat my baby's little bottom which now sticks up pressed against my belly, "right now he is pressing up against my intestines. It's lovely," I groan as he grimaces sympathetically. The room is far more full than I'd expect. Not only the staff of Delia Devaroux are all here along with several other lead designers from Devaroux Design. Also, to my surprise, Theo from Steele Enterprises as well as a few others from the design and executive departments made the trip.

*Brief Introduction. *Book name: Dynamic Diary of Tee. *Author name: Omah Susan. *Dedication This book is dedicated to all my loyal fans so far who had in one way or the other encouraged me. *AL RIGHTS RESERVED ® No part of this book should be republished or uploaded in any other website nor app without the author's consent. Be warned. This story is partially a true life story as it is a book. Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues.

“You’re the Alpha, right? So why don’t you just go over there and get the information off that girl yourself?” I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his over-the-top theatrics. Honestly, sometimes it felt like I was surrounded by a bunch of drama queens. I pushed myself up from the couch, stretching a little as I mentally prepared for what lay ahead. “Okay, fine. What’s her name again?” “It’s Stacey, with an E, by the way. And her last name is Daniels. Oh, and she usually hangs out with this girl named Danielle Monroe. But right now? I think she’s flying solo.”

Alexandra finally whispered out fearfully, "Why...what makes you think all of this, sweet heart?" Danielle was pacing angrily and seething as she explained, "I'm sure you know I had her go down on me a while ago. She did amazing and had me orgasming very fast. She even moaned a little as she did it and closed her eyes like she was in pleasure, you both know what I'm talking about."

“You’re mistaken. I wasn’t engaged.” He raised one eyebrow, opened his notebook with a soft crack of the spine, and tapped his pen against a line of writing. “So if I asked about a man named Daniel Reeves, you’d tell me you’ve never heard of him?” The sound of that name in this room was a fist to the ribs. I folded my arms tightly across my chest, trying to make my body into a wall. “I want you to leave.” “Dr. Steele—” “I said leave.” My voice broke on the edge of it, but I forced the words through. “I don’t know who gave you that name, but it has nothing to do with me, or with this hospital, or with whatever gossip’s spreading around the internet right now.”

I went through what they had going on and applauded myself for doing so well as a beginner. "Danielle!" Someone spotted me. I looked at him trying to tell where I knew him from. I forced a smile on, wondering what he wanted with me. I had so much drama already, I didn't need more. "Hi," He said as he got close. "You're Danielle, yeah? Jayden's ex-wife." I nodded with a deep frown. "Do I know you?" "No, you don't." He chuckled anxiously. "I follow you on I*******m. It's so beautiful what you're doing, ma'am. I am a huge fan of your work. I love your innovations so much and I hope to be where you are someday, ma'am."

If he had not intervened from the beginning, Danielle would have been bullied by Leslie Gray and Billy Simpson. “You fool.” Danielle stared at him. “Why are you calling me a fool?” “Just stop talking. I don’t want to get angry with you again.” She crossed her arms and snorted. ‘Hmph! Me too!’ When they got home, Danielle went to Karl’s study to find a new notebook and went upstairs to the bedroom. When Karl returned to the room, he saw her writing on the table. He thought she was studying, but her books were still scattered about the balcony table. He walked to her curiously.

“I just mean every word.” --- The next morning was slower, softer. We didn’t rush out of bed. Instead, we stayed tangled in sheets, exchanging sleepy kisses and planning nothing. It felt like a stolen day — no press, no threats, no work. Just us. But as noon crept closer, the real world slipped in through the cracks. Danielle arrived with a tablet in hand, brows furrowed. “There’s chatter online,” she said, dropping onto the couch. “Someone’s leaking teasers about a tell-all article. They’re calling it ‘The Real Mrs. Blake.’”

Dani sat heavily on the motel bed and stared at the screen as a photo of Stella in a dress Dani just knew her mother must have picked out for her, stared back at her. "Fuck." Dani swore under her breath. "Stella didn't run." She closed her eyes, her body rocky back and forth as the knowledge of what that had to mean flooded her mind. Harding had Stella. Dani grabbed all of her belongings and shoved them back into her bag, shoving her toothbrush with toothpaste on it into her mouth without getting it wet. Brushing hard she walked to the bathroom door and banged on it until she heard the water turn off. A few moments later a dripping wet Waylon opened the door with only a towel wrapped around