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“Me too! But don’t be loud, Red might hear us. He’ll scold me. You know I’m trying to stay a virgin. Amen.” Grey chuckled. “Good son.” Blue adjusted in his seat. “Good son your face. My ass is heating up.” Katleya sat on a black chair. Even while sitting, she had no belly fat. “Sh*t!” Blue groaned, biting his lip and trying to restrain himself. His erection was already painfully hard. “I’m about to c*m, Blue!” Grey said with desperation. Blue turned to him and gave a weird look. “Weaksh*t.” The music started, and Katleya’s supporters screamed. She danced to Jason Derulo’s Swalla. The crowd stood and danced along.

Everything I learned today had crushed me to the point where I could barely breathe. Over the past five years, I had regarded someone else's child as my own. I was about to leave the office with the results when I ran into Xena, who was there to get medicine for Lucas. She let out a cold sneer when she saw me. “You know you were wrong now, so you’re here to apologize, right? Come with me first.” I said nothing at first but then quietly spoke up. “No, I came to confirm something and to let you know that I’m filing for a divorce.”

You don't need to be so dramatic. "And anyway, I agreed to the divorce you proposed. Do you have to keep sulking all day?" That day, I worked overtime until very late. I was trapped in the elevator, shivering with fear. The elevator lost power and my phone was about to die. My claustrophobia kicked in. Trembling, I called Ayden. But in return, he replied, "Can't you figure it out yourself? I'm busy." My phone ran out of battery, and I also fell into a coma.

He was off on a film set with Renee. She'd called him, desperate, telling him she felt awful. His response? The same as always. "Wait for me. I'll be back soon." He didn't come back until the fever had already broken. It was always like that. Broken promises, over and over, until all the letdowns blurred together. After one brutal fight, he swore he'd change. Promised he wouldn't leave her for Renee again. She'd given him five chances. This was the fifth.

"I saw the recordings and videos from the accident. You were telling the truth. I… I never believed you. I wronged you so terribly. I'm begging your forgiveness. Can't we stop the divorce? Can't we try again?" Her eyes shimmered with desperate hope as she looked at me, waiting for an answer. But I shook my head. "Alicia, it's too late. There's nothing left to salvage. I've given it five years of my life, but in the end… this is where we stand." Alicia broke down, sobbing uncontrollably, whispering apologies over and over. "I will never forgive you," I said, then left the room without another glance. The moment I stepped out, a sharp flick landed squarely on my forehead.

Bisola asked again. “Like I said, I am only trying to keep you alive.” Dapo replied in a bashed tone, his stance and expression showed that he care less about everything in this world not even Bisola herself. Bisola jaw dropped down in total shock, he looked at the cinema House first and then back at Dapo, she point out. “You are keeping me alive by going to a Cinema House.” Bisola said still pointing. “I mean that, today is a work free day, we both have been working all through the week, so my thought is to make the weekend lively for one another.“ Dapo said in a defense tone.

Inner Devil: ‘Was he speed dating? Inner Devil 2: ‘You know what, Mr. Hottie? Five minutes is enough for me to cum. Game on!’ Freya: “...” “Is that human time?” Freya scolded. “It’s not enough!” “It’s long enough for me,” Kenneth declared. Seeing him so serious, Freya couldn’t help but laugh. “Hahahaha!” She was so amused that her eyes watered. “Come on, Kenneth. I give my dates at least half a day to prove themselves. Five minutes doesn’t even cover life’s background.”

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

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My dress was huddled around my waist, and my body was marked with his bites and handprints, and now he was acting like none of this had happened, as if he could erase everything we just did with a few words. “But… Daddy-” “Don’t,” he cut me off sharply, eyes flashing red. “Get cleaned up and go downstairs. Go meet your friends, and tell no one about this. This was a huge mistake, a one-time lapse in judgment. I’m Elena’s father, and you’re her best friend. Whatever we just did ends here.’