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Billy continued. “Listen, every Sunday she relaxes on the couch, reading her e-books and listening to one of her precious records. Mind you that all of them are organized in alphabetical order. A few days ago, just to test her, I mixed them up, pulled a few out, and left them around...” “Why did you do that?” Shawn asked shaking his head with bafflement. ‘Because I was horny as hell!’ Billy thought but never expressed it out loud in front of his cousin. Instead, he tried to put it differently, without unveiling that he wanted to have sex with Stephanie again.

Please leave a comment on which title you’d like to read the most and why. “The Summers Series” - steamy, billionaire love stories ( there are mafia - billionaire as well ) #1 Viva Lust Vegas (Tiffany Summers’s story). Tiffany Cromwell was born into one of the oldest families in Britain and led a proper life. Until one day, she decided to go to Las Vegas and enjoy a bit of freedom before she had to go back to England and marry her soulmate — someone who would accept her despite her current situation. What she failed to foresee was that she would end up waking up in a bed with a sexy stranger. Imagine her surprise when the said stranger claimed to be her husband. Upon the death of his little

Summer focused on her journal, while River focused on the story book that Summer lent him. Occasionally, Summer hummed a little. Occasionally, River giggled. However, there was no interaction between them until River closed the book he had finished reading. "Summer, are you done?" River asked while tilting her head, checking what Summer had written. Summer shook her head. "Not yet. I still have to write a few more things. Have you finished reading my book?" River nodded. "Yes, this is a very good book. I don't believe you said your book didn't sell. I think your book deserves to be displayed on the bestseller shelf. Your adventures are so exciting and funny. Is it true that your favorite she

She lowered her head and looked at the menu on the table seriously. After Zane hurried off, the door to the room was opened. A thin boy of sixteen or seventeen years old walked in while holding a notebook. “What would you like to order, miss?” The boy’s youthful voice made Sally’s hands, which was holding the menu, jolt. Abruptly, she raised her head. “Billy?” The boy in front of her was the eldest son of Shawn Summers and Jane Lindell whom she had not seen for ages—Billy Summers!

“No, you don’t. No one does. Losing a grandparent is not the same as . . . losing a baby.” “I’m not talking about my grandmother’s death last year. I’m talking about my baby girl. The one that was born during my senior year in college.” Jodi’s mouth dropped. Baby girl? “What?” Billy put one hand on his knee and the other hand on the opposite side of Jodi, bracing himself on the bed. “The summer before our last year in college I hooked up with a girl. Her parents and mine had been friends for years. We had sex a couple of times at her parents’ place in the Hamptons. We had our fun, and then we went our separate ways. Four months later, she called me. Said she was pregnant. It was mine.” Billy

Chapter 838 The next morning, when Summer was having breakfast, a black Bentley stopped and Billy got out of it. Her expression changed slightly, and she was now expressionless. She turned around and was about to go upstairs. Billy and Mark were good friends. She couldn't let them break up because of Sherman, and she would try her best to avoid their meeting. Billy said, "Wait a minute. I have something to ask you." Summer stopped her steps and sat down on the sofa. Sitting opposite her, Billy said directly, "Do you know that Sherman is kept as a mistress?"

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.