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His muscles flexing with every arm movement he made, I made a moved my arms in a rhythm, hitting them on my laps as I walked in. “That’s my sister, Jane” Kevin said, cutting his friend short. He turned to me, and I saw his face. His face is a an art masterpiece, with carved high cheekbones, a strong jawline and sensual lips, such face was the only one fit for his amazing well sculpted body. He looked into my eyes with his grey piercing eyes which held an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine like lightning strikes. He extended his hand for a handshake, my hand moved before I could process the thoughts of it, it felt like my body felt the presence of a god that shouldn’t be kept waiting.

She lowered the weapon, almost guilty. Everyone left. I remained standing, watching her. She wiped sweat from her forehead, breathing hard, exhausted. Yet she never quit. Something inside me shifted completely. I imagined. Not Lena hiding behind me. But standing beside me. In meetings. At negotiations. On battlefields. On the throne beside me. Equal. Not protected. Feared. Respected. The image refused to leave. I hated how much I liked it. This wasn't just an obsession anymore. I began imagining a future. And that was far more dangerous than any enemy.

Inside, the VIP area, it was louder, more chaotic and there were luxury drinks everywhere. There was a group of men looking so fly, amongst them was a man who wore an expensive fur-robe. He had male-strippers around him. "Rally! Didn't think you'd be here tonight" Elliot called, smirking. "Are you kidding me? This is my home." Rally laughed loudly. He stood up and pulled Elliot into a brotherly hug. Then his eyes shifted, they landed on Nervous Jade. "Jade Riccio" "One of my favourite hockey player. You'll forever remain goated, my guy" Rally said with a grin and pulling Jade into a brotherly hug.

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She takes it from him and bats her eyes at me as she takes a sip. "This is my fiancée, Miss. Desiree Bain. I'm pretty sure you knew her name already. My darling's quite famous these days. Known for her stunning beauty across the country." Campbell places a kiss on Desiree's cheek and she laughs unnecessarily, slapping his chest playfully. "Stop it, Campbell. Mrs. Everest here is much prettier than me," she says to Harley, looking straight at the injured side of her face which Harley has managed to lighten with a lot of foundation.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

“Now… the color.” “Red,” Rob said from behind us. I whipped my head toward him. “Excuse me?” “You’ll stand out and disappear at the same time. No one would associate it with your real life,” he added lazily, flipping through a file like this wasn’t about me becoming someone else entirely. Liana nodded. “A deep scarlet. Rich and dramatic. You’ll look dangerous. Perfect.” I let out a quiet breath and nodded. “Fine. But no bleach.” “Of course not. Your hair’s a gift. I’ll treat it like one.”

“It’s the glee club committee.” “Lucy! Hi!” Martine bubbled. She was, Michael seemed to remember, like this all the time. The term bubbly blonde had been invented for her. Unfortunately, dumb blonde also fitted her perfectly. A little shorter than Lucy, she was no less attractive, with ample breasts and a trim figure. As with most of the cheerleading squad, she had long legs.

Like she didn’t understand what the term ’fuck buddy’ was. He should’ve ignored this one too. He should’ve just locked his phone and kept walking. But something, maybe curiosity or irritation, nudged him to open it. The message expanded, and the photo loaded in bright detail. There was Ainsley, posing in front of a mirror in her bedroom, one hip jutting out, her lips slightly parted in what she likely thought was a sultry look. She wore a violet lingerie set...lace, sheer panels, thin straps clearly designed to lure him in, just like always.

Catherine POV Chapter 1 I leaned closer to the webcam, feeling the cool air from the fan brush against my skin as I adjusted the black leather collar around my neck, making sure it sat just right, tight enough to feel the pressure but not so much that it restricted my breathing completely. The room around me was quiet except for the low hum of my laptop and the occasional ping of notifications, the dim light from the ring light casting shadows on my walls covered in posters and scattered clothes. On the screen, the chat was alive with messages scrolling up fast, viewers typing out their demands and compliments, sending virtual hearts and tipping generously every time I moved in a way that pl