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Caleb spoke so low to himself as he took a swig of beer from the green bottle in his hand. Monica could probably feel the tension from Caleb as she turned and looked at him. Caleb’s eyes narrowed, casting a piercing gaze that seemed to bore into her. His eyebrows drew together, forming a menacing furrow that added depth to his already chiselled features. A sly, calculating smile spread across his face, revealing a hint of cruelty lurking beneath his charm. His jawline seemed to harden, accentuating the sharp angles of his face, as if chiselled from granite, sending chills all over Monica’s body, causing her to shiver.

I tell him, my voice strangled, nervous. Caleb ignores me, nodding towards the stool I’m standing beside. “Sit down.” He orders, his voice dark and rough, none of that playfulness from earlier. “Spread your legs, and touch yourself.” “What?” I gasp. “I want to watch you playing with your pussy.” He says, his tone casual, like he is asking me for the time. “Make yourself come while I sit here and enjoy the view. Pretty please, Cupcake.” My thighs clench.

However, when his father was well enough to continue running the business he realized that Nicholas was already doing such a good job so he gave him the company. Caleb has dark brown hair and blue eyes. He is 25 years of age and is currently the owner of the famous clothes brand 'Binge'. His outgoing personality and magnetic presence have earned him a reputation as a complete flirt. While some may find it irresistible, others may struggle to keep up with his flirtatious banter

Caleb seems to be streaming online on a social media platform while he sits at his desk with a bright ring light and Cade is gyming on the other side of the room. They are both shirtless and the sight of all those freaking smooth muscles makes my head spin until I feel dizzy. I wonder if i can cope with seeing my mates shirtless in the same room every single night without my face turning bright red. The light from the window hits their skin and makes them look like golden statues and for a while there i imagine trailing my hands down their chest and breathing in their scents. My silly imagination is cut short as Caleb looks up and his eyes go wide with a mischievous spark.

The kitchen smelled like burnt toast and strong coffee when I finally made my way downstairs. My hair was still damp from the shower, and I’d thrown on the first thing I could find—black compression leggings and an oversized team hoodie that swallowed me whole. I needed caffeine. I needed something normal before the Wolves arrived and the arena turned into a battlefield. I wasn’t expecting him to be there. Caleb stood at the counter, back to me, pouring coffee into a mug. He wore gray sweatpants and nothing else. The early morning light cut across the hard lines of his shoulders and the tattoo that ran down his spine. Every muscle was still tense, like he hadn’t slept either.

Ruby Caleb was standing with idle grace, holding the car door open like a true gentleman. He was dressed to the nines in a sexy, black Armani suit that complemented his masculine physique. Combine all of that with a sultry look, he looked glorious. I could scarcely breathe. It got me thinking, ‘How on earth could a man like him possibly be real’?

Caleb found some girls to talk to fairly quickly. He’d dealt with situations like this before and knew just where to look. He smiled, cordially, as he approached the group. Emma elected to stay in the car. Caleb resisted the urge to frown as he realized none of their cake-make-up faces were familiar. It was always harder to get information from girls who didn’t know him. One was wearing a red wig with matching lipstick and gold eye shadow. One had bleach-blonde hair, pink lips and blue eyelids. The third had decided to be a bit bolder with a black wig, lips and eye shadow.

I just wanted a stable desk, a predictable routine, and a clean line of distance from my past. The sound of running water fades through the bathroom wall, and a few moments later, the door opens. Caleb steps back into the kitchen area, having changed into a clean, well-fitted black crewneck t-shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans. His dark hair is damp, brushed back casually from his face, and he carries the faint, clean scent of sandalwood soap. Without the athletic gear, his physical presence is just as commanding, his broad shoulders practically framing the small kitchen alcove as he pulls a covered marinade dish from the refrigerator.

- Hmm… Caleb was standing behind the stove, wearing a topographical map rolled up like a chef's hat and an apron with a picture of a Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton and the word YOLO on the front. He was tossing crepes into the air in a large frying pan. Pasta covered every surface in the kitchen, and pieces of burnt crepes stuck to the ceiling like stalactites. Around the counter were Frances, Ruth and Max, all laughing as Caleb tossed a crepe over his shoulder without looking. It landed on one of the plates on the counter, and Frances leaned in to claim it as her own. - What is happening? I demanded, my eyes meeting Caleb's. Allora followed me upstairs and looked under my arm.

Caleb listened and nodded, appreciating how respectful Micah seemed toward women, though he got the impression that given the chance, Micah would really tear into some pussy. The conversation turned to Caleb’s wife. He pulled out his phone and found a picture of Marina, handing it over to Micah. Micah examined it, nodding. “She’s sweet looking. Lucky man,” he said. Caleb smiled and took back the phone, but then decided to push boundaries. He scrolled to a photo of Marina naked and having sex, showing off her amazing tits, and handed it to Micah.