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He looked up to see Callan watching with a small smile on his face, although the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. He hated to see their mate all bruised and beaten. He wished he had done something worse to Darius. No woman should ever go through what their little mate went through in the hands of that bastard. Cameron sat stiffly in his seat, he didn't like being touched. Physical contacts were one of the things he hated the most, but he couldn't deny that he didn't like the feeling of her body heat enveloping him. He almost forgot what was making him angry, keyword; almost. As the car hit a bump on the road, he came back to reality instantly.

he frowned in disappointment and pressed his nose closer to her, breathing in with determination. “Thanks, I guess,” Aislen draped her forearm over her face. “I feel like the scratch and sniff wallpaper in the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory. Do you absolutely mind? That’s too close to the money maker unless you’re planning on playing with it, and it’s just been thoroughly played with and needs a break right now.” “Sorry,” Cameron was not contrite, stretching himself out along her side and propping his head up on his elbow, grinning down at her. “But you do smell really good. Of Heath, and Rhett, lube and cum, and Aislen…”

Rhett moved sinuously against his back, the slide of skin against his own sensuous, and Talen gripped his fingers into the sheets just as Rhett had predicted, his mate’s name on his tongue as he came, feeling the jerk and heat of Rhett as his dokkalfar followed, and the sag of his body over him. Cameron, sandwiched between Heath and Aislen, reached out to take Talen’s hand in his, and smiled at Talen before closing his eyes, his cheek cushioned on Morgana’s breast. “This is the life,” Cameron said on a yawn. “F-ked and f-ked, sticky, and sweaty, and covered in cum. Is there anything better in the world?” “No,” Talen squeezed his hand. “There is nothing better.”

I put on clean clothes. Then I sat on my bed and stared at the wall. My phone buzzed. Damon: "How are you." I stared at the screen. Me: "Terrible." Damon: "I know. Me too." Me: "Rick hates me." Damon: "Rick hates me more." Me: "That is not a competition." Damon: "I know. I am sorry." Me: "Chloe will not talk to me." Damon: "Give her time."

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

“We all lost someone that day. Aren’t we supposed to put aside the anger and focus on what we have left? I’m not sure how to navigate this, but Dallas is going nowhere. I finally have my sister back, and I’m not letting her slip away again.” I nodded, nose scrunched. I’d never been a fan of his parents, especially not after the way they treated Dallas. “If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know,” I told him earnestly. “You know I’m always here for you.” He nodded and let out a heavy yawn. “I think I’m gonna crash on your couch.” My stomach dropped like a rock. Dallas was still in my bed naked. If he walks in there… and sees her like that…

“Please. That pathetic loser worships Cameron. If I told her to jump off a cliff for Cameron’s happiness, she probably would.” I clench my jaw so hard I hear it crack. This fucking bitch. Cameron has been nothing but an angel to her, giving her everything she’s ever wanted and what does she do instead? She fucking cheats. I fling the door to the stall wildly, it slams open with a deadening bang, making Daisy shriek as her phone nearly slips from her fingers. Her eyes widen the second she sees me standing there. “S-Sora?” For half a second, Daisy looks like she’s seen a ghost.

Few drops of his saliva even met her lips making her squeezed her eyes as she was beyond scare. Her hands and body were trembling badly. He wasn't letting her explain neither he was letting himself to be relaxed. He was angry and his anger was eating his calmness Damon: Now your crying. I should be the one weeping here. I wasn't only got rejected but also my wife who was sleeping in my arms but instead was having dreams of another man. SHOULD I LAUGH ON MY FUCKING FATE OR SHOULD I CRY WITH YOU? He again growled at her earning a louder sob from her.

***** "So nice to meet you, I heard Damon had gotten a new assistant, didn't think she'd be this beautiful" The young dirty blonde spoke, a warm smile platered across her rosy cheeks. Her sea blue eyes stared into my dark ones . "Jasmine this is Richelle. Richelle, Jasmine" She offers a hand, smiling sweetly at me. I imitate her gesture, mine was obviously fake but I was being as nice as I could get to this awfully enthusiastic female. "She will run you down on everything, like I said. Good luck ladies, I'll be leaving now.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.