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A cruel, knowing smile curved her red lips. "I heard the news, Julian. The 'Secret Baby.' The 'Struggling Assistant.' It’s all very... Dickensian," Sienna laughed, flicking a stray hair over her shoulder. "But I think you’ve forgotten something important. Or rather, someone." "I haven't forgotten anything," Julian said, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. "Leave. Now."

Vince asks as Lester gives him a cheeky grin. “Something my assistant is going to help me with” Lester smiles. “This is top secret; you can’t even tell Tiffany what we are about to do” he adds, opening the envelope and pulling out the piece of paper inside to reveal its contents. Vince’s eyes grow wide when he reads what was on the paper. “What do you need me to do?” he asks, smiling he gets to help Lester with revealing the sex of the baby.

Clara placed her left hand on the breast in shock,and the other hand served as a shade. 'What do you want, young man? 'Care for hot sex ma! We could both have fun naked, in the bathtub ' He smiled secretly. 'What do you take me for, a stripper? Her eyes were gleaming with anger 'Wouldn't it be interesting if you get wet twice?' 'Look! I'm not one of those strippers that offer thier body' 'Not a big deal bitch, we could have sex while the lights are switched off; a quiet secret'

"Hey, I'm trying to make sure you're happy. Way I see it, you're gonna sex him up, and then oh so casually slide in that he needs to come meet your sister." I laugh quietly. "Yes. I'm sure he'll be so delirious, that he agrees with no problem." "You never know." My phone vibrates, and Laury leans over as I open the message. "Get outta here." I elbow her. She snickers as I unlock my phone. Law:Cabin 16. 7pm. "Cabin?" I ask, confused. "Yes, Sarah. The cabins are the ones with the hot tubs. Please, I beg of you, take lots of pictures."

“I know that and I’d love to be with you again, bella, but I don’t want to hurt you.” “I’m responsible for me.” He studied her for several silent seconds. “This is really what you want? You’d be able to live with my conditions?” “I think it would be nice if you visited again, like this, nothing more. If my feelings on the subject change, you’ll be the first to know.” As his eyes shifted she sensed his mind working, though he remained silent for a moment. “I hate having to ask you this, but—” “I wouldn’t tell anyone,” she assured, saving him the discomfort of asking. “It can be our secret, no one’s business but ours.”

I slowed my car and peered through the iron bars. And then I froze. Through the glass doors, I saw him. And not just him. The sight hit me like a punch to the stomach. Jake. Pants down. Naked from the waist down. And another person. A woman. My stomach dropped further. The secretary. The one who was always hovering near him, the one who had been assigned to “assist” him with minor office tasks. I could feel my hand clamp over my mouth to stifle a sound I didn’t even realize I was making.

The realization that our private moment is being exploited for public attention fuels my anger, but I maintain my composure, determined to see this through and execute my plan. I smile inwardly, sending a quick text to my contact, then act as if nothing has happened. My heart pounds with anticipation as I prepare for what’s about to unfold. Tony, oblivious to my inner thoughts, slowly kneels down on the ground and pulls out a velvet box. I know he’s about to pop the question. But then, just as he’s about to speak, the old widow, Mrs. Katarina Duberville, whom he scammed, bursts onto the scene, ensuring she’s in full view of the cameras. She points an accusatory finger at Tony, her voice shak

And also the reason for her calling me. I could guess she must have been eager to tell me about all this information and she had been waiting patiently for my shift to end. “Yes, there is a but,” she asserted and I smiled. I turned into another alley before heading to the underground building where I and my friends hid to carry out our secret art schemes. “Did you know that Sterling has a sister?” Before I could even give her a response, she continued talking, sounding so excited. “And she is no other than ChicAnnaV.”

The night was young, and the bar was packed with people celebrating the birthday of one of the most popular models in the city. Becca, a stunning 22-year-old Latina with long dark hair and piercing brown eyes, was the center of attention. She had been thriving in her modeling career, her exotic looks and perfect body making her a favorite for lingerie and bikini shoots. But despite her success, Becca had a secret. A dark, twisted secret that only a select few knew about.

Dave winked and pointed to the stage where the strippers were getting ready to dance. Since Dave was not a fan of the club, he wasn’t that pleased with the proposal but he just had to endure since it will birth something positive for his company. He dropped the envelope, folded his hand and was looking at whatever they were about to do on stage when someone familiar mounted the stage in a hot red full body bikini. At first, he thought he was dreaming when he saw his secretary he left at the office few minutes ago climbing the stage and taking her position beside the pole. He blinked twice to confirm and there she was, it was indeed Amber.