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She continued. "Come on, don't lie to me. How did you pay for that drug that cost almost three thousand dollars?" I didn't want to lie to her. I never did. But how was I going to tell her I was in a fake relationship with Drent Ardent, the hottest boxer in the city, and that he had essentially kept me close and had been the one settling her bills? It sounded like a fairy tale movie and my mom would never believe it. So I lied.

" C'mon, Don't be a spoilsport... See they are enjoying the movie. I told you I will not draw circles." " I don't want you to draw anything, ok ?? " " What the hell is going on ? What are you doing? At least tell us what are you talking about and Vikram why are you practicing drawing?? Your drawing is very good, you have drawn so many diagrams during our medical college. " Gautam was confused. " Will you please shut up for some time, Gautam? "

Her client, Mr F, texted her when she got into the cab. That was how she received the text; From Mr F. He had included a location, The Fox Night, and said he would be wearing a black suit. So when Marie found Fox Night, she was a little disappointed it was a nightclub but she went in anyway. It was alive with music pulsing through the air and people dancing and drinking. Her eyes scanned the room nervously until she found him. He was the only one wearing a suit, the only one surrounded by guards and he was staring at her.

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with someone on the front page. This behavior never suits my name." I really wanted to shout right at his face but he didn’t let me. His voice turned colder at

“It happened at the nightclub. I walked in. Nothing seemed shady. It was a normal club. Maybe it was just a rumor. At least that's what I thought. But I wish I never would have gone. People were looking at me weirdly, but I didn’t think much of it at first. I walked to the bar. The men sitting beside me were side-eyeing. It was starting to creep me out. “Excuse me, I’d like a margarita!” The bartender looked at me in amusement. “We don’t serve those here.” “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan then.” “Don’t have it.” “Moscow?” “Nope” “Old fashioned?” “No” What kind of bar doesn’t serve these common beverages? “What do you have then?” He eyed me up and down. “Bloody fang, Vamptini, Dark Fangroni, Blood o

“I’m fine. Can we head over to the basement now? Apparently, we have actual work to do.” We step into the garage. Sandy keeps chattering about finding a new space, but I tune her out, as usual. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out automatically. A new text. From Cameron. I drop everything on the table before even reading it. Cameron: Soy, this is Code Grey. I repeat, Code Grey! I blink at the screen, heart thudding. We have codes for everything. Instead of the usual Code Red for danger, we use Code Grey.

The man sat with his long legs crossed, leaning back into the black leather chair. Fingers gloved in white tapped rhythmically against the armrest while the young girl standing before him nervously fidgeted with the hem of her newly purchased blue dress—bought specifically for this visit to the duke’s estate. Damian, however, sitting there and waiting for something remotely interesting to happen, was bored to death.

“What do you have in mind?” He gives me a crooked smile back. “How about sending some fake info about a ‘new’ liquor which doesn’t have the bitter taste of alcohol and has even stronger effects on werewolves? Downing one glass, and the werewolf is knocked on his/her butt. What do you think?” A new secret liquor. Very interesting. I like it. I nod my head. “That sounds good. How are you going to ‘leak’ it to the rogue pack?”

Kayla looked at me differently than usual after that. 'Ah! Kayla's actually starting to feel bad for him? Benjamin, you're disgusting! Kayla, don't fall for it. He's definitely faking it. I asked around. He didn't even stand under the sun for ten minutes before he left. There's no way he's actually injured.' I really wanted to plug my ears and shut out Yuvan's nonstop whining. Before I could explain, Kayla handed me another card. I glanced at it. Good. Not a hotel key.