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Chapter 245 Jean pursed her lips. She actually didn't want to do that. She just...did it on impulse and didn't think too much. "Were you also captured by that madman?" "Madman?" The teenager froze. Then he realized who she was talking about and said, "Yes." "He's really a madman!" "My name is Clare Brown. Are you... Jean Mitchell?" Jean didn't answer. She felt too ashamed of herself. "I've seen your dramas. I like you very much." Clare's cheeks were slightly red and he was a little shy.

“Would a gentleman not get the chair for a woman who is supposed to be his lover?” “Get the damn chair yourself and sit down,” he said in a tone that made me spring to action immediately. Once settled into the chair, I realized how hungry I was as I stared at the food neatly arranged on the table. There was salad, turkey, soup, meatloafs, cheese and many more. Looking at the food, I knew a lot of work must have gone into the preparation. Klaus’ voice broke into my thoughts. “What? You don't like the food?”

My troublesome best friend. I unplugged my headphones and left the kitchen where I'd been making dinner while listening to music to pass time. I got to the front porch and moved to open the door gate. Our house wasn't much, but it was comfortable. Clara's parents had gotten the apartment for her immediately she had gotten her job, as a gift for her. It was a mini flat with two bedrooms, a kitchen, bathroom and a tiny porch. But it was well furnished and beautifully decorated. Even though most times, Clara complained it wasn't enough for someone her 'class' as she always mentioned. Clara had always been a girl who loved luxurious and materialistic things, but she was also very hardworking.

“You looked like you needed something warmer.” Juda blinked. “Is that your way of saying I look like crap again?” "Something like that." A small smile yanked at the corner of his mouth. He reached for the cup with his excellent hand, cradling it like it was something unusual. It smelled like chamomile and something faintly citrusy. Pleasure took her normal spot at the foot of the bed, doodling into the chart. “Didn’t think you were the tea-giving type,” he said.

4. PREYE We walked back to the room after dinner, the campus lights casting long shadows on the path. My body was still buzzing from that shower orgasm and everything that happened with Lisa earlier. Her creamy cum, the way she licked her fingers clean without shame, the flirty shit at the table,it all stuck in my head like a dirty movie on repeat. I’m straight, I kept telling myself. Big cocks, rough hands, getting tied up and fucked senseless. But Lisa’s hungry stares were doing something weird to my pussy, making it tingle even now.

"Shut your mouth." "Yes, ma'am." Malai tactfully shut his lips instantly. The Craving for Acid Unlike his completely ruined, broken appearance from the previous midnight, Liam Martin sat elegantly straight inside his high-tier wheelchair today. On the table directly before his perimeter, a spread of exquisite, highly delicious-looking cooked dishes had been laid out neatly. The exact millisecond he caught sight of Chloe entering the room, his handsome features tilted up into a gentle, warm smile. "Chloe, come and let us share this meal together, alright?"

Chapter 15 Clarissa hummed softly in the kitchen as she moved around in her skimpy pink house dress. She was making bacon and eggs for dinner. Constantly, she glanced at the wall clock, waiting for the door censor to click. She finished setting the table, got the cutlery ready. She went to the cellar, and returned with a fruity flavoured wine. She placed it gently on the table, and glanced at the wall clock. It was 9pm on the dot, and there was still no sign of Davey. She stared at the now-getting-cold food on the table, and sighed.

I woke up the next morning with Damien’s dried cum still sticky on my thighs. My pussy felt sore and used, but I didn’t dare shower, because orders were clear. I slipped into a tight black pencil skirt and a sheer white blouse with no bra, and no panties, just as he demanded. My nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. When I arrived at Sinclair Tower, Claire gave me a disapproving look but said nothing. The moment I stepped into Damien’s office, he was already waiting.

"Anything?" I saw through the glass in the door to the private dining room that Jazmine was sitting in the corner, her cheeks slightly flushed like she was tipsy, right next to her personal assistant, Alvin Bauer. He was gently kneading her hands at that moment, tucking strands of her hair behind her ear carefully as he looked at her endearingly. The other colleagues didn't dare to watch and just focused intently on the food on the table. I sat down in the farthest corner from them and asked simply, "I haven't seen any large sales coming in. What's this dinner celebrating?"

He looked up when I came in, his eyes going straight to my stomach the way everyone’s did now, that instinctive checking. Damien came in from outside leaving mud on the floor and Aunt Clara pointed at it before he had taken three steps and he reversed without a word and returned in socked feet and sat across from me and assessed the remaining pastries with strategic calm. I had been missing this. Not the building. Not the estate specifically. The people in it. The way everyone moved through the same space, as they had long since stopped performing for each other. Aunt Clara sat across from me with her own coffee and her small notebook that had reappeared with her return to practice, the one