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I feel overwhelmed by the rush of heat and people grinding against one another, and I feel the crazy urge to bolt out of the packed space. I force myself to stay put. I flick one gaze at him and know he isn't the one. I want to get laid so bad but I want the memory to be unforgettable. I want my first sexual experience to be part of the memories flicking through my brain as I take my last breath.

She's ours now—no more fighting. I nestled between them, sated but already craving more. The manor felt smaller, charged with possibility. Breakfast the next morning was electric; their hands on me under the table, eyes promising endless nights. But as Mum's return loomed, the real game began—keeping our triad hidden while indulging every filthy whim.

The burn is immediate. It starts in my vein, a white-hot fire that races up my arm and spreads across my chest like wildfire. I gasp. My back arches. Every nerve in my body lights up at once, screaming, poison, poison, poison. But I don't scream. I bite my lip until it bleeds. I dig my nails into my palms. I stare at the ceiling and count the cracks in the stone and refuse, refuse, to give him the satisfaction of hearing me break.

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Lately, if she saw him twice a week, it was a lot. “So, how are things at work? They seem to keep you busy lately.” She asked him, trying to dig a bit. He looked at her and shrugged, “I’ve been approaching e-novel authors for the next big thing. From what I can see, there is an abundance of untapped talent out there and e-novel websites are the only way for them to get their stories out into the world. They have given me 4 months to land a best-seller.”

And in the past few days, I finally felt that I was powerless when I was around her. No matter in the past or now, when I am bored, I always like to use novels to kill time and find resonance in novels. Shelby became busy again. She told me that there will be a design competition in two months and she is preparing for it. People will always be emotionally affected by things around them. Just like yesterday, I started a narrative novel with a sad theme. When I finished reading it at night, my whole body was exuding negative energy. I couldn't laugh, but I still answered: “It looks good.”

Bisola have seen handsome men, but this man is very different from what he had ever seen. In fact Bisola mouth open wide and saliva is gradually falling from her mouth, Bisola begins to imagine herself in a wedding gown with the Handsome Stranger, she imagine herself carrying his baby in his womb, she imagine herself wrap in his arm and on the bed, she imagine herself growing grey hair together with him and surrounded by their Grandchildren.

I was dying from excitement but before I showed that to Tom I needed to make some introduction… "So… I'm writing a criminal novel. Sometimes I use real events as a base to put into my story… I change names, places, and create scenes and motives around them. The posts, like on this blog give in an inspiration… besides, I have to be reliable and stick to the occurrences that might actually happen… to some extent," I hoped that my explanation was convincing and reasonable enough. I moved the laptop closer to Tom, and turned the screen his way. "So, what am I looking at?" he asked with a tone of boredom.

She would usually do it herself but now that she wasn't here, Anthony felt lost. He decided to distract himself from thinking about her by watching some TV, but it got boring real soon. "Mr. DeMarco, sorry to bother you again." It was the housekeeper again. Anthony looked at her. "You are not bothering me. Is there something wrong?" he asked. "No sir, nothing is wrong. I just found this book lying on the ground. I figured it could be something important, so I thought I would give this to you," she said and handed him a red leather-bound book that looked like a journal.