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Manish asked knowingly his friend well “I am just standing here” told Arun still looking at his wife. “Who is he?”Arun asked them out of curiosity “Who is that uncle? He is my father’s brother “Manish said just to irritate Arun To which he earned a death gaze from him. “Oh, he! He is my cousin Kumar!”Sandhya told “Might be her friend dude” Manish said looking at his expression and Arun too immediately nodded as if that gave him some peace.

Sage led the way, his steps confident as he approached the concierge desk, where a friendly attendant stood ready to assist. “Welcome to the King's Hotel,” the attendant greeted them with a warm smile. “How may I assist you today?” “We have a reservation under the name of Smith,” Sage replied, his voice tinged with excitement. The attendant's fingers danced across the keyboard, swiftly pulling up their reservation details. “Ah, yes, Mr. Smith. Welcome back,” he said, his tone tinged with familiarity. “We have your table ready for you, along with a few complimentary amenities to enhance your stay.”

He needed to know. "You're quiet," he said, plating the pasta. "I'm thinking." "Good thinking or working-something-out thinking?" "Is there a difference?" "You have different faces for both." He set a plate in front of me, came around the island with his own, and sat beside me. "Good thinking," I said, which was true and also not the whole truth. He poured more wine and we ate. We talked about small things. Someone at the library who had been requesting all sorts of weird books on how to survive the apocalypse books. Something funny Claire had forwarded him from a company email chain. The farmers market on Saturday and whether we should go.

I asked casually while looking at him who was looking outside. "I have a penthouse here, but it is under renovation So we will be leaving in the suite it self." He said to which I nodded my head and looked outside of the window. Soon we reached in front of a very big luxuriously hotel. We all stepped out and went inside. "Check again...there must be two different room booked with the same name." He said sternly in a formal tone while I kept listening at them. "Sorry sir but there is only one room suite has been booked under your name." The receptionist said calmly.

As Roberto drives us away from the brownstone, I can't help but study him, immediately noticing the differences and similarities to Connor. Though they both are tall and have the same thick, dark hair and bright blue eyes, Connor has a slightly slimmer build. His voice is also a bit raspier than Roberto's and, of course, he's missing his left pinky finger while Roberto isn't. And while Connor smells like fresh, rain-washed meadows, Roberto has a spicier, leather scent. If I didn't know Connor so intimately — know each muscular curve, the feel of his firm chest against my cheek and the way he smells, I might not have immediately known the difference. At least not as quickly as I did.

The applause and whistling from the crowd was so loud that Saira had to cover her ears but she stood on her tiptoes to see him and her breath caught in her throat when she finally saw him after so many agonizing days. His shoulder length hair was now in a crew cut and he looked even more gorgeous sporting the haircut than with his long hair. "God, he's so yummy." A girl said from beside Saira. "I can have him for breakfast, lunch and dinner." "Gross." Saira thought. "Bitch, like you're not thinking the same thing." Her subconscious snapped. "Okay this has to stop." Saira thought. "Get out of my head." "I'm your subconscious idiot. "I can't leave."

They both father and daughter lived in the quarters behind the Haveli, although he was asked to shift in one of the rooms in the haveli but he denied and then after sometime this discussion was dismissed. As she was getting in the car, she saw Haris coming out of the main door, all dressed up, laptop bag in hand, maybe he had any meeting, she thought. 'Assalamoalaikum Haris beta' 'Walaikumassalam chacha, aap ki tabyat theek hai?'. He came forward and bent his head a little, chacha patted his head, smiled and said a small and hearty 'khush raho' ( how is your health?)

He was a mystery. I tried to think on anything he had said to me that I might use to learn more. I searched the tag he used on the chat forum but that came up empty, then I thought about it. His tag, a variation on “You’re Mine” which he would say to me often, and he wanted me to call him Sir. I wasn’t so innocent that I didn’t know the term I needed to search was “Dominance”. The information was overwhelming and for hours I absorbed stories of abuse from ‘dominant personalities’ to stories of happy relationships between dominant and submissive. I read of BDSM and spanking, of restraints and whipping, pain and pleasure and so much more my head spun. Is this what he wanted from me?

Out of curiosity, Sharon asked “How good is he in bed?” “He was amazing” she responded laughing

After they enter the conference room. Alex punch the stomach of Damian and say. Im embarrassed why disnt you tell that the president told ypu to come? Damian while scratching his head says. You didnt let me speak. You just rushed towards me and dragged me out of here. Alex: okay okay okay so now what? Why am i ask to come here? Now tell me so i can go home now and im hungry. Damian: okay. First let me introduce my self. Im Dame, nice to meet you Alex( then extend his hand to alex for a hand shake.)