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The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

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"After all, I promised you what you deserve along with my truths, did I not?" As we settled onto the silk, I began to ply her with delicacies designed to tantalize her senses—succulent fruits that burst upon the tongue in a symphony of sweetness, tender morsels of meat that melted like butter in the mouth, and exotic wines that danced upon the palate like liquid fire. With each bite, each sip, I could see the flames of desire burning ever brighter within her, could feel the invisible threads that bound us together growing taut with anticipation.

After the way he’d touched my hair last night, the almost-confessions over dinner, the air between us felt charged, ready to ignite. “You’re staring,” he said without looking up from his tablet, voice low and amused. “That psych book teaching you how to profile dangerous uncles now?” I closed the book with a snap, heart hammering. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just trying to figure out why my pulse does stupid things every time you walk into a room.” The words came out bolder than I felt, but the yearning had been building too long. The danger in him, the power, the way he looked at me like I was both precious and tempting—it was driving me insane. “This is messed up, Raphael. You know that, right?”

He slammed into me nonstop until, with a guttural roar, he buried himself deep one final time and spilled into me, holding me close as our trembling bodies fused, lost in the same storm of passion. He collapsed beside me, panting. I lay there catching my breath, every nerve still buzzing. Damn. He was incredible. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine my quiet, efficient boss—the one who always saw me as just the secretary in corporate suits—would fuck me like this. And I already knew I wanted more. I caught him staring, and a soft smile curved my lips. “You fuck real good,” I whispered, still panting. He smirked, his gaze shamelessly glued to my chest. His hand slid over and closed arou

He enters, his presence lighting up the room like a bulb suddenly switched in a dark alley. It both comforts and unsettles Evelyn in a way that is quite unexplainable. He presents her the bouquet and the bag, and she peeks inside Immediately. Aside from the beautiful roses with a rich fragrance which makes her want to bury her nose in them, the small bag contains a set of neatly wrapped gifts: a silk scarf in blue, her favorite color, a small box of artisanal chocolates, and a hardcover copy of The Tribes, a book she’d been talking about weeks ago.

The mother and son would not even see death coming if things were to go tense with the mayoress. However, he really could not endure the unfair treatment. Third Brother’s ex-wife behaved obediently with Benedict when he was rich but left him now that he was penniless. Once again, he was all alone. Frustrated, he went to the nightclub to vent out his anger. He lit a cigarette and began smoking after spending the night with one of the women. For reasons unknown to himself, he suddenly started chatting with the prostitute. The woman in her late 30s was named Yvonne Cook. She was over ten years older than Benedict. The two of them clicked instantly and felt as if they had known each other all al

I asked curiously. My eyes focused on the title and front cover of the novels that he had handed to me before my eyes zoomed in on one in particular. The novel was a famous romance. I knew the title and roughly what it was about because I’ve seen reviews of it online, but it just didn’t seem like the type of book that I expected Reiner would read…or know about… “Not really, the saleswoman at the bookstore recommended this one when I asked…” Reiner confessed with a grin.