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Still, he had a plan. In the Boyfriend Makeover section, there were custom T-shirts available. They first caught his eyes when he thought about buying couple shirts with the print of a puppy on the front; his shirt would be digital while Kate’s would be real-world. But Kate being 5’3” and flesh and blood, that was a tall order, so to speak.

Just a single identifier was required, yet it alone said a lot: a slender, dark band extended around Potty's neck, unpredictably luxurious. However effectively mistakable for a trendy choker, very close there was no question it was indeed an amazing tattoo, inked right around her throat. The Pleasure Mansion logo, in roman and katakana characters, framed the focal point of the trimming, for all time decorated into her skin and that of each and every other entertainer - a characteristic of pride and disgrace, accommodation and predominance. "You were brought into the world in 2009, yes?" the French lady handily tapped her fingers across the tablet in her grasp, remaining among Lannie and the

It wasn’t as grand as the first two gifts, but it was nevertheless still surprising. Basically, he had designed an intricate logo that represented his love for Xavia. It included the number thirty-nine, as well as a jasmine flower in the background. That, however, wasn’t the end of the gift. Long story short, he had the logo tattooed right above his crotch!

I laughed as I repeated the word, “Succubus.” Dominic continued looking at me and tilted his head. “Would you rather be a giant green monster or a sexy queen?” I stared at him. He’s got me there. “We can call it something else, we have time to brainstorm.” “No, we won’t call it anything else. I already have our logo.” “You… What?” I asked as he dug through the papers and found a photo of a brand logo that was created with some cheap software. The colors were green and gold with a black shadow, the letters were bold and strong in front of what appeared to be a shield of sorts and a sword diagonally held across it.

I knew damn well what I was getting into when I accepted Jax’s invitation so…I wasn't complaining. The air smells of expensive cologne, excitement and cheap drinks as we approach the crowd close to the pool. The Hawker teammates are wearing grey hoodies which resemble Jackson's. There's no doubt that's what they agreed to wear to the party. The girls join the cheering in an attempt to get the “captains” attention, their voices too loud and irritating. Some are wearing way too short skirts, dresses, biker shorts and leggings with replica jerseys, while some have original jerseys which I’m pretty sure they borrowed from the players.

Caption: “Pregnant fertility goddess takes the throne and rebrands the empire. We are not worthy.” Memes explode almost instantly: Theo’s face photoshopped onto a burning building: “When your ex rebrands your entire life out of existence.” A simple image of the rose logo with text overlay: “When she says ‘keep my name out your mouth’ and then puts hers on EVERYTHING.” Another one: the old blue W logo crumbling like dust, the white rose blooming in its place: “Character development: from Whitford to Harper-Kane.” The comments are a chaotic mix of awe, thirst, support, and pure glee:

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

When she looked up again, her face was pale, her lips trembling. I froze the video. “What is it?” Janet asked, leaning closer. “He’s watching her,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. Janet’s sharp intake of breath broke my trance. “Look at his hoodie,” she said, pointing at a small emblem near the pocket. She zoomed in, revealing a symbol etched into the fabric. “It’s familiar,” she said, her brows furrowing. “Isn’t that the logo of the ice cream shop you and Bella used to go to?”

The other side of the couch was talking about the moving plans for the next day, and Ron was just soaking it all in. Debbie and Karen were both dressed in light summer dresses, about as lightweight as those things get. The rest of the ladies were in tees and shorts. From my vantage, I could have sworn there wasn't a bra in the room. Of course Robin's shirt selection for the evening left no doubt as to her intentions. It showed an arrow pointing up, with the words "Instant Slut" below it. Just a bit lower were the words "Just Add Dick" and another arrow pointing downward. Subtle. I hadn't seen that one before. The girl was full of surprises.

The one with the cutout at the back? "Yes." She pulled it out and held it up like an exhibit. "This one exactly." "No fucking way I'm wearing that, Lucille." I protested. "Yes fucking way, Flora." She threw it at me. "Loosen up. We are about to have the best nights of our lives." The taxi pulled up outside the stadium and I understood immediately why people talked about it with gleaming eyes. It was very tall and beautiful, with the Hershey Bears logo carved above the entrance.