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“Like... TikTok famous good.” Clarita rolled her eyes. “Don’t encourage her. She already thinks she’s the reincarnation of Shakira.” “Please, I’m more Dua Lipa,” claire said, removing an earbud without missing a beat. Dante strolled in just then, fresh from the gym, towel over his shoulder, shirt clinging to his torso in all the ways that made Jullie’s brain betray her professionalism. He glanced at her. “You’re still here?” “She lives here,” Clarita muttered.

The chilled breeze slowly finds its way inside my office. I was waiting for Francois to finish his work, then he would drive me home for our casual sex rendezvous. My phone buzzed with an incoming call from an unknown number. "Yes, it's Adriana." I let my words hang, for the other person on the other line to continued the conversation. "Sorry yes, this is Alexander Davis. I got your card from Drew. He said to call you and fix me with a date?" Oh, his voice was smooth like butter. It's so rich, deep, and deliciously sexy.

I chuckled. "Yes Ma'am." I said and she hung up. I glanced at the girls, Lucia was busy with her laptop on my bed and Katie was watching a movie from the television. I walked back to my chair, sat down and returned to reading. The test is coming up next week, I can't afford to fail... "No way!" Lucia suddenly exclaimed. Katie and I looked at her. "What's it?" Katie asked. "Come see this video from DSD's official account. They are having two new members, you aren't gonna believe who the first member is." She said in dismay.

Why can't she come to save me from all this? Just then Dua's room door opens and she comes out yawning. I mean she was pretending to be sleepy. "What noise here?" She yawns once again. "Don't act I knew you both were talking on phone." Sohail answers her back. "Lesbians" he whispers. "No we weren't talking if you want ask Zayd" Dua calls out his name. Gawd! This Zayd is gonna screw this up more. Dua! Zayd comes out and looks at me and Dua. Dua gave him the death stare that he was taken aback because he knew if he ever said something that would lead me to trouble, Dua would never spare him alive!

"Yeah. Why?" "That's what my friend was talking about today. Her friend is a regular at Indulgence and told her about it. Her husband knows one of the host sponsors." She lowered her voice and her lips curved in a dirty grin. "I think he's secretly hoping to get her to try it out." Zane cocked an eyebrow. "Did she explain to everyone what he'll be talking about? That it's about people who live in the D/s lifestyle?" "Yes." Dara was so excited she'd forgotten to eat. "My friend has been talking to her about the lifestyle and she's been talking to us and everyone is just so curious."

Only her. The world seemed to narrow instantly. Cami followed Ariana’s gaze. “Oh my God,” she shouted over the music. “What?” Ariana asked quickly, trying to stay calm. “That guy!” Ariana’s stomach flipped. Cami leaned closer. “He is ridiculously hot.” Of course she noticed. Anyone would. Cami kept staring. “Look at him,” she continued, half laughing. “He looks like he walked into the wrong building.” Ariana swallowed. Mateo hadn’t moved.

Now that she knows, it's not a coincidence that she let her took it because she would use the dress for her forced new job. While all the packs are dancing and drinking on their table, Ariana stayed at the corner of the hall with nobody beside her. A strange guy, not looked like royalty walked closer towards her. He was wearing a knight suit with a sword on his waist. " Hi, I'm Dilan from the South, Amaya's cousin !" He politely offered his hand to her for a handshake. She smiled and accepted it. " Hello, I'm Ariana, nice to meet you," she said.

But even those friends couldn't—or wouldn't—give her any information about him. She knew his name. Gabriel Peralta. That was it—if that was even his real name. She also knew he was six foot four of lean hard muscle with thick silken black hair she loved to run her fingers through, a hawk nose and eyes like onyx. Hands that could make a woman's body writhe in pleasure and a magnificent cock that stretched her to capacity and made her explode with its friction. And scars whose origin he refused to discuss.

Duke stands up and opens his pants, releasing his erection. “Can I taste it?” Ada asks, whining. Duke remembers his mother and smirks. “Not a chance in hell,” he says as he shoves his dick inside her. He holds her throat as he thrusts, slightly cutting off her air supply. “He will never do this to you. I’m the only dick you will ever ride.” “Duke, your dick is amazing,” Ada moans, unable to lie. Her body is firing all her nerves. She can’t

Everyone seemed to be in high spirits in there. “Welcome to Dud’s Club and Bistro, what can I get you?” he asked, leaning over the counter and waiting for my order. “I’m not here to get anything, I’m actually—” “It’s Friday at Dud’s. Who comes here on a Friday and doesn’t get anything?! We do the buy three drinks and two free every Friday,” he tried to entice me into giving in, but I shook my head at him. “I’m looking for one of the dancers!” I pointed towards the people dancing on poles as their patrons threw money at them and cheered them on.