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“Biggest wrap party in America, in Orlando, yeah, it wasn't very hard to put the pieces together. Plus, I had to come say hi, those idiots were the first production company willing to try out MIC.” “Mike?” I asked as I dumped my empty cup on the dirt floor and grabbed the chains of the swing. Carson gave a low chuckle, one that even though came from him, rattled inside me. “No, not Mike, doll, M-I-C. It's this new high-tech camera we've been developing. The boys in white have a long complicated name for it but I just call it MIC. Easier to remember, and say.” “Oh good. And here I was thinking that you gave a production company a man to try out.”

Damien commanded, his voice like cracking ice. ​Aiden sat up, rubbing his eyes. "You're back early. What's wrong?" ​"What's wrong?" Damien walked over and threw a tablet onto the bed. It was a tabloid site with a blurry but recognizable photo of Aiden and Mike talking in the corner of the club. "Who is he, Aiden?" ​"He's just a guy I met in Monaco! His name is Mike," Aiden said, his own temper beginning to flare. "We were just talking!"

Peter, his best friend, stood beside him, hands in his pockets, smirking. “You look like a man who can’t believe his luck.” Mike chuckled. “I really can’t.” “You ready for this?” Peter asked. Mike didn’t hesitate. “Completely.” Peter nodded, seriousness flickering across his face. “Good. Because Maya deserves that.” Mike smiled. “I know.” He pulled out his phone and scrolled through pictures—one of Maya laughing, one of her half-asleep on the couch, one of her pretending not to cry during their court wedding. This wasn’t just a ceremony.

The room was silent except for the machine’s soft hum. Then Mia gasped softly. “Aurelia…” My eyes flew open. “What? Mia, what is it?” She turned the screen toward me, her expression a mixture of shock and joy. A tiny, flickering shape appeared. A rapid, strong heartbeat filled the room- thump-thump-thump-thump. “You’re pregnant.” The world stopped spinning. I stared at the grainy black-and-white image, tears instantly flooding my eyes. “I… what?” My voice broke into a shattered whisper. “Pregnant?”

Mike had carried Brandon to a room, and in the process, Brandon had caught a glimpse of the jagged line near Mike’s temple. Brandon had waited until Mike was asleep, then moved the hair aside to snap a photo. "Look." Brandon showed Ethan the image. "That’s not from a hockey fight. That’s a serious medical intervention." "A craniotomy is top-tier surgery," Ethan said, his voice dropping an octave. "Next time, don't drink. Just ask him. Go home and sleep it off." "Understood." Brandon rubbed his temples. "Alpha... are you digging into Mike because you think Miss Parker is hiding something?"

He simply turned the crank. A small, holographic projector sparked to life. It wasn't a high-density display; it was a low-fidelity, flickering image of Julian, recorded in the final days before I found him. He was sitting on this very spot, looking out at the sea with that same peaceful, honest grey gaze.

He scrolled to a photo of Marina naked and having sex, showing off her amazing tits, and handed it to Micah. Micah’s eyes widened. “Damn, man,” he muttered, swiping through the photos. Caleb realized Micah was looking at pictures of Marina’s pussy and them fucking. Caleb held out his hand, and Micah returned the phone. Caleb looked down and saw the last photo Micah had focused on—a close-up of Marina’s pussy. “Damn, that’s a nice looking one!” Micah said.

For some inexplicable reason, Jason's hand moved spontaneously and then took the wallet from the back of his pants. Inside his wallet, he pulled out an old photograph that for a long time he just let stay there. He indeed had girlfriends but he did not have to show them something private that he owned just like his wallet. He even pinned the photo to the small prayer book given to him by his mother who was also in his wallet. "Do you remember this?" he said as he handed his mother the small photo which is smaller compared to a normal wallet size because it was just cut from a group photo.

It seemed I was shit in a lot and at least for the videos, I could take them into the office. So that was where I headed. There was hope in my heart that I didn't barge into Liam or his partner Freida. I didn't want another ambush. Maybe he would say I was the culprit myself, the man was desperate. When I parked the car and went inside, I was grateful that I couldn't sense him. The dark energy that filled the room whenever he was there was non-existent. So I went straight to the media office. They were the ones who usually carried whatever was needed for de-pixelation. I found Tony, the main guy. He was nice with me, usually smiling and today wasn't any different. He smiled at me, “Ah, our e

Lori woke from the nap her and Mike both took to the sound of running water. She looked around the room only to realize there were no clocks anywhere in the house. She had turned off her phone at the restaurant the night before. She had no idea how long or little she had slept. The light seemed to be still high, so she guessed it was a short nap. Time with Mike had been interesting, to say the least. She had never met someone like him before, he was guarded, but open to her, almost every conversation with him was an eye-opener for her.