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With a chill in her voice, Sara asked, "You mean to say that I forced him to say these words?" When Eric did not respond to Sara's question, she raised her voice and continued: "Not much more needs to be said! Mr. Joe, please remove Eric from the Happy Hill Pub immediately!" After being pushed to the limit, Eric eventually took a stand and declared in a loud voice, "I don't have a venereal disease; I just have a mild case of 'haemorrhoids' disease!

As soon as I place the phone into the couch nearest to me, I stand fully, and I trip over the arm rest, tray flying as I let go of everything, trying to save myself. I scream, my other leg hitting the arm rest and I fall face first into the couch. The glasses fall under me, staining the white leather and most of it gets on my clothes. I’m super embarrassed, and I try to pick up the glasses, thankful they haven’t broken when he raises his head from his phone, noticing what’s just happened. “Oh, shit! Sorry, dear.” He says, standing up, as he walks over to me and tries to help. I feel so useless, I can’t even get this one thing right. How am I ever supposed to get him to fall for me when I’m t

My legs shook so bad I almost collapsed but he held me up, pounding through it without slowing down. The intensity made my head spin, my vision going fuzzy around the edges as I nearly blacked out from how hard my body was shaking. Juices kept spraying everywhere, running down my thighs and his balls in thick streams while my cunt kept milking him tight. Victor growled right in my ear, his voice rough and mean as he kept destroying my sloppy hole with those deep punishing thrusts. “That pathetic husband of yours could never make you cum like this, could he? Never stretch this greedy married cunt properly or fill it the way it needs. Look at you squirting all over my cock like a desperate cum

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

He was sitting on the edge of his massive, dark bed, unbuttoning his cuffs with slow, deliberate movements. “I’ll go straight to the point,” Rissa started, her voice shaking despite her efforts to stay cold. She didn't move far from the door. “Forget about that night. It was a mistake and I won’t say a word to anyone, and you won’t either. We pretend it never happened, and we go back to our lives. That’s the deal.”

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

Maybe he decided mixing business and pleasure was a mistake after all. My insecurity festered. It didn’t help that coworkers were abuzz with rumours: an important announcement was coming, and some had spotted a fancy-looking woman in the building. I tried to tune out the gossip, burying myself in tasks. But my heart wasn’t in it. I missed Ethan, and I was terrified that I’d imagined the connection between us.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

"Why would you tell me that?" "Because knowing you're three stories up doesn't help you get through that door, but it stops you from driving yourself crazy trying to figure out if you're buried under six feet of dirt," Rian said, resting his elbows on his knees. "Uncertainty creates panic. Panic creates bad decisions. My job is to minimize bad decisions." "Including mine?" "Especially yours."

My brows pulled together. It was not like I had never heard of rebirth. I had seen plenty of shows about it. But those were fantasies. Looking at Eric now, I could not help wondering if this was just another one of his twisted, manipulative stories. “Don’t joke about this, Eric. We—” Before I could finish, he grabbed me and kissed me hard, biting my lip as he whispered, “I wish I were lying. But Anna, you have to believe me.” I pushed him back a little.