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My thighs trembled, the muscles jumping as I fought the urge to spread my legs wider, to beg him for another finger, for his whole hand. Instead, I gripped the edge of the table. He shifted his hand, adding a second finger. The stretch made me gasp, my eyes squeezing shut for a fraction of a second. Two fingers now, thrusting in unison, scissoring slightly inside me, opening me up. The pressure was immense, a fullness that crowded out every thought except the sensation of being used right here in the open. "100 million dollars," Aaron suddenly said, voice filled with authority. The entire room gasped.

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

"Who the hell are you? This is Lucy's house. What does it have to do with you?" "Seriously, there are all kinds of shameless people these days." The others immediately joined in. I didn't waste a single word arguing with them. Instead, I walked straight to the front door and pressed my hand against the fingerprint scanner. With a sharp beep, the door unlocked. Everyone froze in shock. But then the same relative suddenly spat on the ground and shouted, "So that's it! You secretly changed the locks!" A few younger relatives chimed in indignantly. "Hey, old lady, are you jealous because Lucy has such a perfect love story?"

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

Riya enquired again. "Ohh it's a long story and why are confronting me like mom" Kriti chuckled at her questions. "Ohh come on tell me what happened " Riya only looks like a tomboy but in reality, she is just a childish girl who loves to gossip. Then Kriti told her everything that happened before she came but she excluded part of her and Aadi being in the cold war. "What a whore she is!!! She deserves that slap, you should have beaten her more. " Riya swayed her fist in the air like punching someone.

Hello my loves, Like what I always do after concluding my previous stories, I am leaving a note to thank all of you for completing the fourth installment to the story Sorry Dear Ex, It’s Your Loss Not Mine. You are all amazing up to this point. I was overwhelmed by how well you received Flint, Anna/Linda and Penelope (Kwin) as part of your daily reading habit. Unlike Marcus and Rowan, whose stories were already assured because I already gave them a foreground on the main story, Flint’s story came out unexpectedly.

“Can we do stuffs that you like? Only in a more subtle way. Me being a beginner and all.” He caressed her hair. “What if you don't like what I like?” “I'm willing to explore.” Gabriel had to smile up at the ceiling. “You said Fola told you about my kinks.” “Yeah.” “So what exactly did that talkative tell you?” “Nothing much. How did he find out?” Gabriel shrugged. “Who knows? Besides, I don't really hide stuffs.” Her voice was shy and tiny as she asked, “Is it like BDSM? I've always wondered what it was like.”