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I’m staying because I want to get this damn memory off my head Flash back to some hours ago… “I need to know you guys are the real deal so we’re having a presentation tomorrow, I want you all to make charts, models and give me that convincing strategy that would make our clients pick you instead of your contenders. Be prepared tomorrow and bring your A game, I would like to see who’s the best amongst you all. That will be all for today” Gabi dismissed her elite team but Theo just wasn’t having that tomorrow presentation something.

Joshua POV Today is my best friend engagement party, and I still can’t believe that the idiot is marrying Leticia. I wouldn't say I like her guts. She’s a gold digger, and I am the only one that can see it. Even his family is all in love with her. Especially his mother and father. They were the ones that introduced her to him at one of their big parties to find Archie, a wife.

she strides away. Can my birthday get any better?

He wants to approach his girlfriend and hug her. “Bro, your partner is beautiful. Have you become friends yet?” Tristan looked at the two men who were talking. He recognized that it was Cyril’s friend. The one he’s asking about is the best man, whose eyes he wanted to gouge out every time he caught him staring at his girlfriend. “She seemed snobbish, bro. I smiled a while ago and wanted to introduce myself, but it seems like I’m not seen.” Tristan grinned when he heard the best man’s answer.

Even those who muttered insults under their breath couldn’t ignore the display of unity, the boldness of standing together amidst the chaos of rumors, accusations, and a school that seemed to delight in tearing people down. Zarek leaned slightly toward me as we walked. “See? Nothing to worry about. You’ve got me. The best chaos-moth in school, with me right beside you.” I let out a small, reluctant laugh. “Chaos-moth,” I repeated. The term didn’t sound so bad coming from him. “Exactly,” he said, voice low, cocky, yet unmistakably warm. “Embrace it, darling. Embrace the chaos. And remember… nobody’s touching my Blackwood. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.”

ur bestie still got a pool? I stared at the screen like it was a loaded gun. Then another message came. Leah: don’t worry. I’ll pretend to be just a friend. I know how you get weird about us. I replied before I could think better. Me: It’s not a great time. Maybe later in the week. Leah: huh. ur still running. classic Ethan. I didn’t answer. That night, I tried to avoid Mrs. Rowen. It didn’t work. She found me in the laundry room again, folding a towel just to have something to do with my hands.

“You’re not mad at me for cheating. You’re mad at me because of who I’m cheating on. Because she’s your precious Kieran’s best friend. Man, get your shit together and ask the girl out without making it my problem,” I take a breath before speaking. “That’s not what this is about and if you really think it is, you’re a bigger idiot than I thought. And you clearly don’t know me very well. Come back to me when you’ve sobered up and thought about what you’re doing to your girlfriend,”

"You guys shouldn't get so worked up yet—the best part is yet to come. You can rest assured that the female lead has no chance of escaping the grasp of this insidious mother-son duo." I was just waiting to discover the nature of the upcoming "best part" when the comment section vanished again. I had a bad feeling about this, so I grabbed Heather's hand and led her away, certain that heading home was the best course of action at that moment. I was just about to leave the classroom when Sylvia and Christian blocked our path. "Why are you in such a hurry, Kayla? It's almost time for the class meeting, and with Heather's grades being so impressive, she ought to share her learning experience with

My Brother's best friend was dragging me like he owned me. At the top of the stairs, he shoved open a door to a private VIP booth. The room was dark, soundproofed, with deep couches and low lights. He threw me inside, slamming the door shut behind us. The bass from the club was muffled now, but my pulse was louder. I spun around to face him, breathing hard. My hair was messy from the dance floor, eyes wide but defiant. “What the hell was that?”

I wish I was there to lick you off. BESTIE : Okay, touch yourself baby. Me : Okay. BESTIE : Are you touching yourself? ME: Yes. BESTIE: Good girl. BESTIE: Tell me what you're feeling. ME: Wet. ME: So wet for you. BESTIE: Where are you touching? ME: Just… outside. ME: Circling. BESTIE: Slower or faster? ME: Slow. ME: Like you do. BESTIE: I love the way you feel when you're slow. The way you arch into my hand. The way you beg for more.