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He flipped her over and took her from behind, spanking her ass and pulling her hair until he finally filled her with a massive load. Afterwards, they drank wine in bed and talked. Ryan admitted Daniel had confided in him about the list months before his death. “He wanted you to be free,” Ryan said, stroking her thigh. “He knew you had a wild side he couldn’t fully satisfy.” That conversation unlocked something even darker in Claire. --- For the ninth name, she went big. **Julian Black** — a dominant club owner Daniel had known through mutual friends. Julian was tall, tattooed, commanding, and ran an exclusive underground sex club.

Henry asks, scowling. Daniel takes his eyes off the screen of his mobile, abandoning the intention of posting an image with a motivating phrase on his I*******m account. “Hmm...” For the first time in his life, he was speechless. “I'm waiting for Harper,” he manages to say. “Are you waiting for my sister? She's here?” The boy casts a quick glance around his surroundings. “You must be Henry.” Daniel smiles as he recognizes his brother-in-law. “Do we know each other?” The boy looks at him sideways.

Best to know my part and be prepared so I can act accordingly. “I just need you to look adoring if we see any lingering photographers. There may be press hanging around. Daniel’s going through a bit of a media scandal … Caught screwing someone of importance and then she dumped him publicly. Then, when we’re inside, I need you to keep detailed notes of what’s discussed so I can backtrack later.” “Great.” I grimace, wondering what looking adoring entails. Slightly nauseous at the thought. “You’ll just have to follow my lead, Emma, and don’t get too insulted if I need to touch you.” He throws me a smile, watching for a reaction, a little too closely. My eyes widen and I almost gasp.

He was clearly waiting for something amusing to happen. “What is it?” asked Blake. “Open the forum, and check it for yourself. I am tired of you breaking my phone.” Blake shot him a glare. Nevertheless, he reached out for his phone and opened the school’s forum. It didn’t take him long to find the post Daniel was talking about. It had been labelled ‘hot’ and had his name on the title. It read, “Blake Knight’s unrevealed interesting photos— for sale!” Arching his eyebrows, he clicked on it only to be shocked. Clearly the photos were all realistic paintings of him. The interesting part was the way he had been dressed. There were five artworks— each impressive— and he resembled a certain prince

Then he quietly left the nursery. Later that evening, I placed dinner on the table. “I made your favourite.” Daniel barely looked at it. “I’m not hungry.” “You’ve hardly eaten since yesterday.” “I ate something at work.” “You always say that.” “I did.” I folded my arms. “What exactly is wrong?” Daniel looked up. “Nothing.” “No, there is. You’ve been unusually quiet since I told you about Grace. She’s really kind. I think you’ll like her, and her husband too. They live directly opposite us. She’ll be coming over on Friday with her little girl.”

She straightened, "what the heck?" Daniel grunted. "What? I'm always naked indoors. You really have no shame coming here, madam Lily Cambridge." He teased, his lips pulling upward in a smug grin. He still did not make any effort to put on something. Tall with a well built physique Lily had unfortunately enjoyed resting on after they had sex. Daniel had something Brad never would have. He was a big flirt most of the times, but Brad was terrible in bed. Daniel on the other hand? He wasn't just handsome for nothing like Brad. He was sexy—why was she thinking about having sex with him again?

"He is actively waiting for our marriage to fail. He thinks I'm down, so he's trying to slide into my place." "Raphael, stop," Claire said calmly. She didn't hide the phone. She didn't act defensive. She just looked at her husband. "Daniel is an architect. He works with half the commercial real estate developers in the city. Rumors fly fast in this industry." "He doesn't care about the rumors, Claire," Raphael argued, running a frustrated hand through his dark hair. "He cares about the fact that you might be vulnerable. I want to throw his phone into the river. Actually, I want to throw him into the river."

Evangeline smirked, sparkles twinkled beneath her eyes. ---- Daniel peeked at his watch for who know how many times. He took a sidelong glanced at his reflection, reflecting on the full-length glass of the retail store, checking his appearance again and again. His eyes inspected his brand new tailored V-neck crochet sweatshirt beneath a brown leather coat paired with skinny black pants and leather boots. Everything was brand new and designed by the royal family's designers. His black hair, which changes color to dark chocolate under the light of the sun, was combed to perfection.

That night at the café when Kyle had confronted him, grabbing him, making it clear that I was "his wife." Maybe Daniel saw Maxwell and thought it was Kyle? No, that was crazy. I was being paranoid. I clicked on Daniel's profile, and my jaw dropped. "Holy shit," I whispered to my empty bedroom. Daniel had 2.3 million followers. His bio read: "Fitness model • Content creator • Your favorite medical professional 😉 • Link below for exclusive content 💋" I scrolled through his recent posts. Professional photoshoots, workout videos, thirst trap selfies that had hundreds of thousands of likes. The comments were... enthusiastic.

Even when you're crazy, you're still so adorable! After watching the press conference, she saw that the Stephenson's and the Adams had left the scene. Thus, Hilda called up Daniel to express her concern as his ex girlfriend. She even put the call on loudspeaker. The moment the call connected, Daniel's ear splitting roar reverberated throughout the entire living room. "Hilda Adams, you b*tch! You damn b*tch! I hope you rot in hell!"