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They did not make it a full block. Brett emerged from a bodega like a plot twist, sunglasses on despite the grey sky, coffee already in hand as if he’d been waiting for his cue. The door swung shut behind him with a bell that tried and failed to compete with the church’s. A paper bag dangled from his left wrist, leaking the scent of onion and pastry. He gave the couple a once-over, grinning as if he’d caught them skipping class. He froze mid-step when he saw them. “Well,” he said slowly. “This is either divine timing or stalking.”

I whisper, my heart still racing. "Good," Brett says, his smile sharp and dangerous as he sets down the phone. "Desperate people make mistakes." My phone buzzes again. This time it's not a threatening photo. It's a text from an unknown number: Check your foundation bank accounts. Love, A. Brett lunges for his laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard with practiced efficiency. His face goes white as he stares at the screen. "What?" I move to look over his shoulder, dread pooling in my stomach. "What is it?"

Just as she felt she might drown completely, she made herself draw back. ‘I’m sorry. This isn’t what I meant to happen,’ she forced herself to say. The look on Brett’s face was a mixture of disbelief and anger. 'You’re a tease, do you know that? I don’t like women playing with me. What is it? See how many men you can lay in your first month here? Don’t try your games on me lady. I’m not the type. Make up your mind what you want and don’t pretend to want one thing and lead me into something else.’

The bright screen displayed a muted video feed of the dark mahogany meeting room, and I watched Sienna stand in front of the three older men with a furious expression on her face. I could not hear the audio through the cheap security camera, yet her wide gestures and angry posture proved she was delivering a very passionate, hateful speech. "She is committing treason against the Alpha bloodline, because she knows I threatened to strip her father of his high rank today," I stated the obvious facts, and I tossed the tablet back to Evan. "I bribed one of the serving staff to listen through the door, since the camera did not have a working microphone to record their voices," Evan admitted his sn

Under the dull streetlight, Gerald Cooper was leaning against the car door, finishing his last cigarette. He stomped it out and checked his phone for the tenth time in five minutes. Out of the ten times, nine were to reply to the nine voice notes from the same woman. The last message he sent was to my best friend, who also happened to be his sister, Elena Cooper. It was to let her know he would send me home safely. He put the phone down and turned to me with a smile. It was obvious that chatting with that other woman had put him in a good mood.

a juror whispered. I tapped the screen, bringing up the next page. Cooper’s Instagram profile filled the screen. @CooperTheBengal - 52,000 followers. The profile picture was an elegant shot of Cooper in profile, his amber eyes glittering for the camera. “I’m child-free by choice. I have no human children. But I do have a son. My cat-son, Cooper, does have his own social media account,” I said calmly. “With fifty-two thousand followers.”

Kingsley started sliding only a quarter of his thick length in Sean's oral core, repeatedly pulling out. "Oh, goddess. Kingsley, let me replace that fox." Ayla cried with longing but was held back by Anita and Katricia. "Please, Kingsley, I'll die if I don't taste your cock today," "He's not the only one with a cock," At that, Brett unzipped his pants and freed his cock, which was half-flaccid. Sure, he wasn't as big as Kingsley, but he didn't lose out to Kaydrian. And so, Ayla happily knelt before Brett, who was now seated on a random chair.

Yes ‘my’ not ‘our’ because I use every opportunity, even the slightest to get possessive. Beauty and brains! Shoot me!! Mr. Brett is his name. Gosh, his name also screams sexy. He is drop-dead stunning, hot as steam. I could literally salivate looking at him. Mr. Brett was obviously a rebel. He has so many visible tattoos and a bad temper. He was not exactly my taste in guys, but somehow, I managed to fall head over heels in love with him.

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between

That he kissed me first under the stadium bleachers. But Adrian says nothing. "What do you have to say for yourself, Cross?" Dad asks. "I'm sorry, Coach," Adrian replies. "I let you down. I let the team down." "And my brother," Ethan adds harshly. "You let me down worst of all." "I know," Adrian's voice is barely audible. "I know I did." I wait for him to explain. To defend what we had. To tell them it wasn't just some casual hookup or manipulation instead he doesn't.