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I’m forty-two years old, married for fourteen years, and I just made up some bullshit excuse about a flickering light just to get close to the twenty-five-year-old bombshell next door. My name is Dax. I own a small construction company, so my body stays strong—broad shoulders, calloused hands, the kind of build that comes from years of real physical work. Salt-and-pepper hair, deep voice. From the outside, I look like the guy who has it all together. But inside? I’ve been starving for months.

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Xander ordered in his hoarse voice. Chris nodded with a big smile. He hurriedly looked for Mami Grace, the gremo at the club that night. Xander is one of Mami Grace's regular customers. He is a man who is anti-sleeping with the same woman over and over again. One night, for a woman. Tomorrow, he will definitely ask Mami Grace for a new girl or through Chris if Mami Grace is not there. He has been in the habit of doing the One Night Stand routine for several years, to be precise, because his father was diagnosed with Dysthymia, which is a type of chronic depressive disease that leads to mental and psychological disorders in the sufferer.

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Poppy and I simultaneously leaned forward to put our coffee mugs down on the thick wooden coffee table in front of us. Both Alpha Brock and Beta Pete looked as if they could do with more than just a coffee themselves. Their barely aging faces looked stony and cold, beyond annoyed, frustrated to fuck and just plain old fed up.

I whined Tugging back at his grip my feet slip from underneath me and I fall “ stop being difficult.” He growled picking me up throwing me over his shoulder “ NOOOO I DONT WANT TO DIE!!” I cried He took me to a room that smelled like bleach and fire Putting me down I ran for the door only to get stopped by a huge man. Bigger than Luca he’s like a skyscraper with muscles. Holding me tightly Dallas walks up and jabs something in my back!