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“You can go back to your desk. I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable here.” Zach dutifully sat back down at his desk and waited for his face to cool down. He really wasn’t cut out for reading smut, let alone editing it. He would have to move onto that at some point in the year. He was supposed to experience all editing roles throughout the year. “We do get some gay erotica,” Becca told him when she returned to her desk. “It’s just not as common so we haven’t had a submission for a while.” “Damien Black, whoever he is, is the king of the genre,” Robert agreed. “He hasn’t submitted anything for a while though.”

Catherine inquired. "No news," I replied. That's when Catherine told me about Grace and how her situation mirrored Julie's—their cars were found in the same spot. "What was the last book Grace read?" I inquired. "Lost Lycan," Natasha answered. That jogged my memory. I had given that same book to Julie. I'd picked it up from an aisle in the store because its fresh release status and the intriguing blurb had caught my attention. "Do any of you have a copy of Lost Lycan?" I asked.

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

A moment later, a piece of paper slid through the narrow gap beneath my door. The footsteps retreated in haste. I peered through the peephole. The hallway was empty. I didn't touch the note, afraid of smudging fingerprints. Instead, I crouched and read the words on it: I know the truth about Edmund's death. Come to the big banyan tree in Greenfield Residences at 11 p.m. Don't call the police. The note was crafted with meticulous care—letters cut out from newspapers and books, pieced together like a ransom demand, leaving no trace of handwriting.

Copyright, Nihc Ronoel All Rights Reserved 2020 MYSTERIOUS OBSESSION “Where can your obsession finally lead you?” Aris Sandoval was such a good-for-nothing type of a Casanova, but behind his charming looks that were effortlessly used to leave trails of brokenhearted women wherever he went, lies an obsessed heart longing for an extraordinary woman from his past. Will he still continue his mysterious obsession, once he found the right love with a different woman?

"Oh, let me tell you one thing, I'm a gay, I won't be interested in him. if you like that girl then make her fall in love with you." What? Gay? Is he gay? Is he f**king serious? Yeah he really is serious... why didn't I notice that at first? Is it because he's good at pretending or is he just not the showy gay type? oh, sh*t my head hurts just thinking about it. I didn't show that I was surprised by what he said. Why did he tell me that? Didn't he think that I could spread it all over campus? It doesn't seem like it, maybe that's why he said it or maybe he trusted me. But why? Never mind!

Every step sent a fresh throb through his wrecked hole—pain and an unsettling, addictive fullness mixing together. Jax’s hand stayed firm on the back of his neck, guiding him like a disobedient pet. The quarterback’s cock, still semi-hard and glistening with their combined fluids, swung heavily between his muscular legs with each confident stride. “You thought just one load would be enough?” Jax’s voice was low, amused, dripping with dark satisfaction. “I saw the way you stared the second you walked in here, freshmeat. Eyes locked on my dick like it was the only thing in the world. Don’t pretend you weren’t begging for this.”

My dad, Mia, things could've gone differently for him. But in some odd, messed up way, it worked out for the best for me at least. Because the sexy ass detective who was on his case, became the man of my dreams. And quite frankly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The END. . . . This marks the end of SADAM guys I'm broken up and so happy at the same time. I reaaaaalllllly hope you liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I cant explain my gratitude for each and every one of you.

At first, the client isn't happy because he claims he won't be available tomorrow, but after I explain the situation to him, he agrees. I hurriedly flip through the files my PA brings to my desk, and one of the cases I see really catches my attention; it's a case nearly similar to mine. The dead lady found out about her husband's infidelity—not just with anyone, but with her best friend. Thankfully, she told her parents how she caught her husband and best friend in bed, and two days later, she was found dead in her home. Her husband and best friend were said to be out of town when it happened, which made it more suspicious, but there was no evidence to prove they were responsible for everyth

Chapter 15 Aliza played with her fingers looking down at the floor in anxiousness as Charles walked towards her in slow tormenting steps. "I'm not a gay as you think. I'm as much attracted to you as you are to me if that is the doubt you have." Aliza looked at Charles bolted out of blue. How did he know her inner feelings? Charles ignored Aliza's facial expressions and answered the unasked question of her. "You blurted everything to me yesterday night in the intoxication."