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But now, I thought he was simply pathetic. "Are you finished?" I asked. "Elena, can we start over?" He grabbed my hand. "I swear, from now on, there will only be you. I've banished Lydia from the pack, and the elder family has been dissolved. No one can obstruct us now!" I pulled my hand away. "Damon, do you think love is a game? That you can end it when you want, and start over when you want?" "That's not true! I mean every word!" he replied.

The room fell into a brief silence after that, and for a moment, all I could hear was the faint sound of my own breathing and the soft hum of the ceiling fan above us. Then Jane nudged me lightly. ‘Just reply him. Don’t overthink it too much.’ I nodded slowly, even though overthinking was already exactly what I was doing. My fingers finally moved. I’m not overthinking it either. That wasn’t entirely true, but it was the safest version of the truth I could offer. Before I could change my mind, I hit send. Almost instantly, the three dots appeared. Jane leaned in again. ‘He’s typing already? God, this man doesn’t waste time.’

"Clean up this mess. And open the vault. My son wants his mother."

, She questioned him. He nodded as he stared at the money note. [THE CODE: 01001000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101110 01100001 01101101 01100101 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01000001 01101110 01100001 01101110 00101100 00100000 01100100 01101111 01101110 00100111 01110100 00100000 01100110 01101111 01110010 01100111 01100101 01110100 00100000 01101000 01101001 01101101 00101110]

By the way, who would? I flashed him the typical Tilda Rowland smile, and headed into Damon's new home. “Tilda, what do you think?” My brother, Mason, asked as I walked into Damon's new home for the first time. I was so shocked to see how furnished and organised the house was. The house was a glass house but built in such a way that one wouldn't lose privacy. There were white sofas arranged in rectangular form in the living room, that was to the left when coming from the entrance. The whole house was beautiful and I loved it particularly because everything was white, and the only colour contrast was the touch of gold that was seen on the fancy white throw pillows that were kept neatly kept o

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Wiping my face, I blow water out from settling between my lips, and hear it ring again. Shit, it could be my sister. Running my head under the faucet to rinse the soap I turn the water off. Climbing out of the shower cold air plasters against my skin causing goosebumps to race along my spine. Boner is still there though. Walking to my phone I leave a path of wet footprints into the living room and pry my phone out of the chair cushion. It's Rae. The thought makes my cock flutter. "Hello?" "Heyyy!" she slurs, the sound of her voice almost unrecognizable. "Can I have a cab to The... The Dirty Alibi?"

"You’re turning into a terrible capitalist, Julian Vane." "I am adjusting the efficiency of the asset," he corrected, though his lips brushed the crown of her curls as he spoke, his eyes closing for a brief, uncharacteristic second to simply inhale the scent of jasmine and salt water that followed her everywhere. "The human variable is simply proving to be the higher-yielding investment."