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There were only two seats left at the company dinner. One was in the corner, and the other was beside my secret boyfriend of three years, Julian Locke. I had barely taken a step forward when Julian called out to my best friend, Capri Leigh. "Capri, sit here." My coworkers immediately squealed with excitement. The group chat went wild too. "They look so good together. Just seeing them sitting next to each other is a treat!" "Has Mr. Locke ever asked someone to sit with him before?" "I bet he's got a thing for Capri. I don't care. I'm shipping them anyway!" Throughout the dinner, Julian avoided even looking at me to keep people from getting suspicious. Even when a server burned my ha

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MARE - PRESENT MY EYES ARE BURNING from staring at a computer screen for so long. I’m so close to the end, to finishing this book that I can’t stop. My fingers ache and I can’t remember the last time that I ate, but none of it matters because the words won’t stop flowing.

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“a thought inducing read” Regardless, I didn’t put the book down till I was done. When I looked up, it was late, and I hadn’t even realized that I had been reading with the automatic sensor lights that had come on. My watch revealed that it was almost eight pm. I had been reading for almost twelve hours. I grabbed my laptop and opened it. Fifteen minutes later, I had ordered ten thousand copies of March Madness. I had only stopped at ten thousand because that was all that was printable at the moment.

But I also know that there is a possibility that I will still doze off a few more times while I read this book that I am holding. Well, the reason for it is simple and that is because I deeply resonate with the character of the novel that I am reading. And so, in order to prevent my friends from worrying about me from now and then, I guess I need to go to my room and there I will continue reading this book. I cannot leave this book unfinished because I am already hooked up with the story line and there is no way in hell that this day will finish without me knowing the ending and of course, spoiling myself with the events through reading the ending in advance or searching whatever happened in

why? "I'm addicted to it already Maryam, I'm...do you think, I don't want to stop? I really want to, but I can't...I really can't...I'm addicted to it already. Once I stopped, I might turn into something else. I won't be me again. Just imagine what I did to you the other day. I couldn't even control my self! Once I don't take it on time, it brings out some unwillingly things in me".

She lets out a cry of pleasure, while he licks and sucks, moving his fingers into her wet …. “Urgh!” I groan and close my eyes. Every single frickin time it’s the same. I can’t even read a trashy book without thinking of him. It’s not easy hating someone. I press my legs together to dissolve the aching itch that forms between them as I throw the stupid book on the ground. Kiara peeps out of the closet. “Melaena!” She’s using my full name for effect. “Stop reading yourself into a climax!” A pair of jeans hit me in the face before I can react.

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His middle finger continues to swirl, as the maddening sensations radiate outward. It took every bit of my concentration to form the simple words which have been trying desperately to make their way out. "Lucas! Please... you have to..." The word freezes on the tip of my tongue. 'Stop.' It's a simple, one syllable word! Why can't I say it? 'Because you want him to continue!' The shameful thought echoes inside, even as I strained to repress it. 'You want him to keep going, because you love this.' Every fiber of my being wants to argue with this notion, but the ripples of delectable pleasure are making it hard to formulate thoughts of any type.