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That would double the travel time, assuming the entire route was even passable by cart. “Fanny!” Fann flinched and turned his scowl towards the stream of women coming from the lady’s anteroom. The adjustment to his name as well as the shrill voice told him he likely had another reason to leave the meal as soon as possible. Sure enough, Beatrice was leading the group. Her ample bosom bubbled up over her bodice, almost spilling out as her bouncing steps hurried her towards him. Her hair was as straight and yellow as straw and her features were a bit plain, but she was pretty enough with makeup on. Most of the allure was her bosom and the ample curve of her backside. She was a good lay if he ga

Except my body must’ve not gotten the memo, because I was suddenly fantasizing about pushing him on the bed and finishing what my hand had inadvertently started earlier. No. Get it together. You are not sleeping with Alex Volkov, now or ever. “Anyway, I—I have to go. Volunteer. Pets,” I stammered, barely making sense to myself. “Thanksforlettingmestayoverseeyoulaterbye!” I beat a hasty retreat down the stairs and ran home. I needed a cold shower, ASAP. PHASE SADNESS STATUS: FAILED ************************************************* “You touched Alex’s dick?”Bridget’s eyes widened. “What did it feel like?”

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Finn fell silent. His assumption was, indeed, accurate. Annie truly liked Denis. Perhaps all his thoughts about the relationship between Annie and Denis were correct; both of them had a mutual attraction, but because Annie was Finn's fiancée, they couldn't come together. Finn was the obstacle on their path of romance, he sadly contemplated.

Chapter 6 The Bridgerton family home was, by any reasonable measure, one of the quieter residences in the city's affluent north quarter. It had thick walls, sensible insulation, and neighbors who had long since learned to interpret unusual sounds from the property as simply "something the Bridgerton children were doing" and leave it at that. This had served the family well through six boisterous sons and one daughter who had, at various points in her life, decided to learn the violin, take up competitive fencing, and once—memorably—attempt to breed racing pigeons in the attic.

They always felt like they were peeling back layers. “Well,” he said, amused. “If it isn’t Seraphina.” I smiled and walked up to him. “I was just thinking about you.” “Oh really?” he asked. “And what, exactly, was I doing in your thoughts?” I cleared my throat, choosing my words carefully. “I have been thinking about our last discussion,” I said. “And I cannot help but find the Alpha's bride a bit… strange.” His lips twitched. “Strange is a polite word.”

“Regardless of your history with your brother, Evelyn is a member of this family now. She is Lucien’s wife, and she will be treated with respect at this table. I won’t have her insulted because you two can’t behave like adults.” Julian raised his hands in a mock gesture of surrender, though the glint in his eyes didn’t fade. “Of course, Mother. My apologies to the happy couple.” He turned his gaze back to Evelyn, leaning forward just an inch. The warmth of the room seemed to vanish. “I’m just surprised, that’s all,” Julian said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that everyone could still hear. “After how much time Lucien spent with Isabella Vance before the wedding, I assumed he

For the first time… A tiny crack appeared in that perfect dream. ⸻ Back at the Hayes mansion, Vivian was busy flipping through bridal magazines. “This one is beautiful,” she said happily. “Imagine walking into the ballroom wearing this gown.” Sophia barely looked up. “Mom…” Vivian smiled. “What is it, sweetheart?” “Have you ever met Damien Blackwood?” Vivian shook her head. “No.” “Then how do we know what kind of man he is?” Vivian laughed dismissively. “What difference does it make?”

But the truth was bitter, ugly, and right in front of her. It was actually them. Her stepsister Bridget and her fiancé were on the bed, having sex right in front of her. And they were lost in their lustful act. “Ah… harder… fuck me!” They weren’t even trying to be quiet. Bridget was moaning his name loudly, and Silas was driving into her fast with intense pleasure, spanking her ass in rhythm like he owned her. “Silas… I’m coming!” Bridget cried out. Fidelia couldn’t hold it anymore. The tears dropped as she gasped, covering her mouth. My fiancé. My own fiancé.