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I order my usual drink and settle in. I don’t have to wait long. The light dims gradually and a new track starts, slower than the last. The men don’t waste any time coming out, with Theodore being last. Once he steps onto the stage, everyone disappears. He’s wearing a crisp black tie that hangs loosely around his neck, paired with sheer black pants that leaves nothing to the imagination. That fabric clings to every part of that lower body, especially the curve of his ass as he moves. He has on a full face mask, but I will recognize that posture, that walk, and those shoulders anywhere.

The background music was a quiet sound to assuage the void while, in their own circles, people held private conversations. "I'm shaking with nerves," Drake commented, and then took his last sip of juice, wishing he could drink alcohol to calm himself down. He was wearing a formal tuxedo with a bow tie, just like all the other models. - "It's going to be all right" Jean assured with an affectionate smile. - "When does she arrive? It's a parade, not a wedding!"

He pairs it with blue-purple trousers and a brown leather belt. His matching black sneakers complete the look. His short wavy black hair perfectly complements his outfit, and as he slides the guitar across his body, I can barely breathe. I realize I’m still in Dante’s arms, and I quickly pull away with a nervous laugh. I have no idea how Dante knew about my obsession with Christine’s music, but whatever he did to make this happen, I’m grateful.

"You're putting words in my mouth, dumb bitch. Just go straight to the point." "That concert I told you about? Eli's concert?" "Uh-huh!" "It's tonight. Are you coming?" 🎤🎤🎤🎤 🎤 I'm in a black leather coat. Black leather thigh high boots. A luminous green sports bra. And a tight luminous green leather skirt. I'm holding hands with Seven who is in faded ripped jeans and a plain white t-shirt. On top, he has a coat. Hahaha! And this is someone that's dying.

in that setup—even though both clearly acted like real men. *** “KAT!” A MALE voice called out. Katleya turned and saw Blue with a guitar strapped to his back. He looked cheerful. “Don’t you notice anything?” Katleya looked him over from head to toe. “New haircut. New hair color. Carrying a guitar.” Blue pouted, clearly expecting a different answer. “That’s it? Didn’t you think I looked handsome?” “If I didn’t, it’s like I’m calling my boyfriend ugly. But seriously, you do look more handsome. It suits you.”

The bass vibrates through the soles of my boots. The clubhouse is alive. Not with the frantic energy of a siege or the grim silence of a war room, but with a roar of celebration that threatens to lift the new roof right off the beams. Music blares from the jukebox—classic rock, heavy and driving. Smoke hangs in the air, a blue haze that smells of expensive cigars and victory. Bourbon flows like water. I stand near the bar, leaning against the polished wood. I am wearing my cut. The white silk dress is gone, replaced by jeans and a tank top, but the leather jacket remains. Property of the President.

Who, like always, was in the middle of the crowd. My gaze went to Sera, who was standing beside another guy. He wasn't dressed for the occasion, and I couldn't understand what she saw in him. This guy didn't even have a tux on, he wore tight pants showing that I definitely had the bigger cock. His leather jacket had chains and other shit on it. The boy was part of some cringy band. Mrs. Warner came in, and then Vivienne. Fuck, if Maddox didn't get his shit together, that woman would be gone forever. But he kept bitching about the fact she had shown his mother the picture of him sniffing a line off some bimbo's stomach.

The party started with a lot of fullness, a lot of announcements and a lot of speeches by the dean and then some people performed and as usual, Tove's band will finally perform. “SO MONDRIANO’S THIS IS WHAT YOU ALL ARE WAITING FOR WE OFFER THE MUSIC PRIDE OF MONDRIAN THE CNTRL S !!!!!” people and students are already shouting here for their way up on stage. It's only now that I've noticed that he's handsome now. He’s wearing a white polo shirt and tanks it in his gray pants and paired it with a Korean long coat. “This song is for all the girls out there, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL” as he said the last word I see him staring at me, so my heart skip beat gain.

Either way, I had no idea how Lily would react or what I was supposed to do with the feelings crashing through me. During the ceremony, Chester kept glancing my way, his face caught between surprise and disbelief. I kept my eyes away. The awkwardness was more than I could bear. I excused myself halfway through the ceremony and headed for the restroom. I'd barely stepped into the hallway when Chester stopped me. There was no one else around. He spoke quietly, with a hint of amusement in his voice. "You were near the front at the concert, wearing a white mini skirt." I snapped my gaze up and met his eyes, creased at the corners with a knowing smile. He remembered, and yet he was Lily's husband

“And the moment you put this on, you offered yourself to play. Either understand that or go back out and ask Steve for a red band. You got it?” I might not follow everything he said, but I didn’t have to understand to know he was right. I wasn’t at some matchmaking event set up by one of a dozen dating services. If he stepped foot into any church social wearing those leather pants that looked like they were painted on, a vest worn in lieu of a shirt, eyes would have popped out of heads and mouths would have hit the floor. And while the sight of the leather paddle hanging from his belt might have a few eyebrows rising, the unmistakable outline of a thick cock would have had every woman in att