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About forty-four minutes later, I felt the swift change in the air when Jace, Ian, and Nate walked in and my stomach was instantly filled with nerves and fear. "Dance time." Paula rushed out dragging me away from the bar into the crowd. Paula had chosen a sexy red dress that barely covered my butt, with a halter crowl neckline, the back was cut low to the middle of my back and I paired it with my red stiletto heels. Paula had opted for a coffee dress that came down to her mid thigh but her boobs were on full display.

“But we’ll need to move soon. Cain’s not the type to let this go.” Dino gave a curt nod, glancing toward Alejandro and Sanchez, who stood near a fallen log, whispering in low, tense voices. Paula sat on a rock nearby, nursing a graze on her shoulder, her expression distant but haunted. She was still shaken—but not broken. “You okay?” Dino asked as he approached her. Paula looked up. “I’ll live.” He studied her for a moment. “You’ve been holding back. What do you know about Vexler?”

she said, gesturing for Camilla and I to take a seat opposite her, and we slid into the booth, thanking her. Paula looked much more elderly than I had expected her to be, her skinny and sunken-in face looking a little ghostly, her icy white hair pulled back into a neat bun. Her skin was pitted and wrinkly, the texture reminded me of leather, making me wonder how old she actually was. She released a loud cough, clutching at her chest in pain as she did so, the sound much harsher and more debilitating than the ones I had heard over the phone, but Camilla and I remained quiet on the subject. "So, Daniel told me that you know of the dark magic community? Do you mind telling me what that means?"

“Welcome to the world of alcohol, Ombra.” My thoughts falter when the plane suddenly moves. My entire body tenses. It rolls forward, slow at first, then bumping over grass or maybe tarmac—I don’t know. The unfamiliar motion has my stomach twisting. I whip my head to the window, heart hammering. "Paula," Henry drawls with his gaze locked on me, his grin as predatory as ever. "Be a sweetheart and give Danika something to help her relax.” The redhead—Paula—turns gracefully, her heels clicking across the floor as she approaches. Her hips sway, her chest bouncing. She looks like every male fantasy come to life.

Dahlia Carrington ~•~ It turned out that the slutty set he had gotten for me wasn’t the main deal. It consisted of a pair of bra and panties as well as a top that ended just below my breasts and a mini skirt that had half of my ass out so that the panties were peaking out. They were all in pink and it made me feel like one of the Barbies; like a true doll. I was tempted to just take it off and tell Damon I wasn’t interested because I knew the implications of such clothing and I was still shy at heart but I waved it off. I owed him for that night and it was his birthday.

“How dare you barge into my room and accuse me of being unreasonable when it is you that is acting unreasonably?!?!” The look in Paul’s eyes scared her, and she turned to run away. She was too slow, though, and before she had even taken a step, he grabbed her collar and yanked it backward. The material was not strong, and the dress ripped down the middle, fell to her waist, and caused her to fall on her ass. All that was left was her black lace underwear. Her breasts hung exposed like udders, and she began to cry as she covered her shame with her hands.

he seethed, righting his glasses. Dexter smiled, amused by Paul’s reaction. “For a doctor, you aren’t really quick-witted. I have already talked to the people involved. Cassandra, was it?” He smirked at the shock written all over his face. “That’s the lady that does all your exchanges for you. I have to give it to you, you had yourself a loyal partner but everyone has a price, Paul. Once she got the amount she was asking for, she started dancing to my tune. You still think I’m bluffing now?”

Manuel was right, there was something between them that wasn't going to be difficult to break. And he finally learned that when he confirmed it in a letter-sized sheet, which had been white and was now stained by the ink of a black pen. ““Paula Garza, wife of Alexander Vital, analysis that will be done for the change of face.” And below he had everything he was going to do broken down, the entire process.

Her colleagues thought and stepped aside while the news hunters got a good story. Instantly, they published her past, present, and future in a few sentences. (The powerful Miss Dickson. Former Mrs. Dickson-Williams and a widow. Secretary to the President of The Auxiliary Armory PLC, was snubbed by the New President for coming to work late.)

" Edmund's jacket fit him perfectly, making him look sharp and on top of the world. Aunt Linda clapped Edmund on the back, gushing, "Wow, Edmund, you're looking sharper by the day! That jacket looks so expensive. You look like a big shot!" Then, she glanced at me, her smile freezing for a second before she made a face. "What's with Frank? How can such a nice jacket look so crumpled on him?" Aunt Carol, who was munching on snacks, could not resist adding her two cents. "Yeah, he looks like he's just come back from hauling bricks. He can't even stand up straight.