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"What took you so long? David hates waiting." "It's his job, isn't it?" he snorted as he tossed the coat onto my lap and the shoes onto the floor. The material of the coat felt well-made and expensive, and looking at the lining, I could see that it belonged to a famous brand. "Besides, it took me a while to find good clothes." "We're just going to eat and sing at a karaoke place," I said curtly. "But I still want to look good," he shrugged nonchalantly.

"You're being martyred. I don't need a martyr, I need a roommate who won't complain about back pain tomorrow." "I never complain," Cale said. He took off his coat. He folded it with meticulous care and laid it over the back of the chaise. Underneath, he wore the same black t-shirt. He had no luggage. No suitcase. Just the leather satchel. "Where are your clothes?" Elion asked, gesturing to the empty wardrobe. "I have what I need," Cale said, patting the satchel. "For six weeks? You have one bag."

"I have experts. We make jewelry and a lot of profit." "Is the person you trust a Lycan?" she whispered again. "Yes, my uncle. I'm just one of the shareholders," Drex chuckled. "Anyway, about that jacket... are you really saying there isn't one in this huge house?" "I have plenty. Want mine, or a new one?" "I'd freeze waiting for a shopping trip, Drex." "Your body is too small; mine won't fit you." Whoosh! A black tail suddenly emerged from beneath his clothes, wrapping snugly and warmly around Elea.

Lavisha said in amazement and she really turned me around. I was wearing only maroon shorts and a maroon t-shirt with a Dankworth University print on the front. The back is the same. The print of the letters is yellow so it just suits my not so white skin. "Don't you have some loose clothes there, Lavisha?" I have a few promises. Reluctantly, she turned her gaze to me again and clasped our hands. "Gone. Those are the only sizes I have, so take care of that, EL, come on! You are so beautiful! ” smiling she said and dragged me towards the field.

I half expect to see horse-drawn carriages outside, and women are parading in hats. Elena isn't wearing a hat. Instead, her short blonde hair is off in her face with a headband and clad in black spandex shorts, a white sports bra, and a light blue T-shirt with a looping neckline. A gym membership card dangles from a bulky set of keys that must help burn calories simply by being lugged around. "Excuse me, Miss Koshka. Do you have a moment?" "Whatever you're selling, I'm not buying." "It's about your ex-husband Igor Akinfeev."

I love her regardless and loved her advice too. Slipping off the covers, I put on my sports bra and my tights and made my way to the gym. “Maintaining weight” is the term Katy used or my wedding dress will leave me no room to breath. It's my wedding, I want to be as comfortable as possible. "Good morning, beautiful. It seems like you are feeling well today." Elias greeted. He was lifting weights but he put them down to walk to me. "What are you doing here so early?" He asked, his hand automatically going cheeks to caress them.

he teased gently. I turned toward him and smiled before getting up to follow him. But just as I stepped closer to the open door, a gust of cold air rushed in—sharp, biting, and completely unforgiving. Denver immediately looked at me, concerned. His eyes scanned my outfit. Red dress. Off-shoulder. Thin fabric. A total mistake. “You’re wearing that?” he said, eyebrows raising. “You’ll freeze out there.” I chuckled nervously and hugged myself. “I didn’t know it would be snowing! I wasn’t prepared.”

The next morning, neither Dax nor I really spoke to each other. We took turns in the bathroom and getting dressed for the day. It was going to be another hot one, so I chose a grey short sleeve cotton sundress with white sneakers as we were going to go visit the stadium. Dax put on khaki shorts with a white polo. He styled his hair back with gel and put on a pair of nice sneakers.

The attendants looked confused. One attendant mustered the courage to respond, "Ma'am, we don't have any damaged dresses here. Our entire collection consists of luxury and limited edition pieces, exclusively designed for our VIP and VVIP clientele." Megan's glare intensified, clearly displeased with the implication that she might be lying.

“My point exactly. It's already too late for you to go anywhere.” “But—” “Stay.” Dare comes to drape his arm over my shoulders. “We were about to watch a movie in the living room. Join us.” “But...” I stare down at myself. “I didn't bring anything. No night-wear, toothbrush, paste, soap, hair net—” Dare laughs. “You'll be fine. It's just one night. Las las, you'll go home very early in the morning.” “But...” “But what again?” He crosses his arms as Eric stands before me, shirtless.