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Mei and Five went to collect the winnings. "Good job both of you." Kolinda drifted a little water to help them cool off. Zia was primed and ready to go, but she wanted to digest the experience from the fight. Felicity was tired. She used to much power and her apertures were screaming in pain. But she was getting stronger and stronger as they healed. "Let us go and get some food." "Sounds good." Felicity said. She looked over and spotted Lan Childe with his mother Cassandra. "Hey over here!" The two jumped and ran right over.

She muttered her dark black eyes glaring at him. The doctor let go of her hand in fear, he stepped back and decided to seat calmly without speaking to her. He could feel the glares of the guards stationed in various positions in the room, he wondered what type of young lady she was given her gentle outlook but her character was fierce. "Tell me, when will the result be here? Tell me if am dying already... I need to know that much at least." Remona screamed at Fred (the doctor.) "Ma'am we are sorry for the inconvenience, but our testing machine has a slight problem. But your test results will be here in less than 10 minutes" Fred muttered glancing at his watch.

ROMAN'S POV: We didn't have to wait for long. An hour after the call I had made to Charlie, the black, stiff ford which had been selected to transport Charlie down to the Adams estate pulled up, and out stepped Charlie, clutching an envelope to his chest. Minutes later, he was in the same room he had just left about two hours ago, sweating and breathing heavily. He dumped the files on the table, then slouched onto the chair nearest to him. From his facial expression, I knew he expected some sort of thanks, an appreciation for doing a job well done.

“You’re mine, Morgan. Don’t pretend otherwise.” She tried to leave him. But at five months pregnant, Charles lured her to his apartment under the guise of saying goodbye. He locked the door. He screamed accusations. He hit her—once, then again—until her vision blurred and she collapsed to the floor, arms curled protectively around the fragile life inside her. She escaped only when his rage momentarily blinded him. Barefoot and bleeding, she fled into the icy Brooklyn streets, eventually finding a phone booth where she called the only man she knew would come.

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

"And for now, let's just call it socializing. You know, for dignity's sake. In any case, I don't have a deadline. I just need to force myself if I really don't like them." "You are right, Freya. And stop ghosting men after two dinners. That's not enough time to get to know them. I didn't fall in love with Taylor after just two encounters. I told you, remember? I used to hate him," Charlie reminded, referring to her husband, Taylor West. Her younger sister had married a basketball superstar. Inner Devil: 'And while you're at it, enjoy! Have some abs and maybe a dick! Life is short! You don't want to die a virgin!'

I feel like I’ve excelled in my learning, if I do say so myself. But I’ve missed Charlie’s dominant side, a fact that hasn’t really hit me until now. While Brandon is all about domination, Charlie is all about teasing and playing with different sensations. Two sides of the same coin—both of which turn me on. So, when I saw Charlie’s note, I knew I was in for a good time. Come inside and go directly to the playroom. Take your clothes off and lay on the bed. No talking. Await further instructions. ~C

Does that mean I've been falling head over heels with a criminal for years now, since highschool? My breath caught in my throat. “I need you to penetrate into his life and discover the scheme which is in a particular flash drive which he always hides. Get the flash drive and bring it back to me. You have five months to carry out the task,” He added. I swallowed, “Charlie, who are you?”. “I'm Charlie Brown, Michelle's fiance, a mafia Lord.” He said with a little bit of humor, so little that it was barely noticeable. “But….I loved you first.” Tears welled up in my eyes again.

I heard Charlie giggling behind him as my smile grew ten times bigger on my face. "Pizza it is little guy, I know the perfect place. Come on, let's get you in the car." Killian booked it towards the car, wrenching open the door to climb in and get himself buckled. Jesus. That kid really can run fast. Look back at Charlie I saw the anxiety in her features. Nervous tears and the way she was trying to hide her shaking hand against her mouth. Charlie always wore her emotions right out in the open, never hiding how she felt.

And as if to drive that point home, a car suddenly appeared behind them, going way too fast to be anyone but Nash's men. He cursed and tore around the next turn, sending Charlie sprawling halfway across his lap. He had to lose them. Charlie sat back up and quickly clicked on her seatbelt, and he heard her breath hitch slightly when she glanced back and realized what was going on. He wanted to reach out and calm her, but that was impossible right now. The least he could do was fill her in on what he could. "I never told you much about what I do for a living," he said, his voice calm in spite of the fact that his grip was like steel on the steering wheel.