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Chris teased, "Are you expecting me to act like those domineering CEOs and buy you a star in a grand gesture?" Paige asked, "Can you?" Chris calmly said, "I can buy one if you want. However, the stars available for purchase are those visible only through a telescope. The ones we see with the naked eye at night are already named and not for sale. Are you sure you want me to buy one for you, and then you'll need a telescope to see it? Plus, on cloudy nights, you won't see anything." Paige looked at Chris and said, "You're saying all this just because you don't want to buy it."

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Xenoah smiled sparingly at him. Fans? "They are already crazy" he whispered. The man laughed and looked at me. An etchoserang smile flashed on his lips. "So Attorney it looks like the news is real that you're busy right now" that Fredd guy stated with playfulness. Xenoah laughed before wrapping his hand around my waist. "What do you think?" he asked playfully. "Oh my ghosh!" the guy yelled and stood up still fanning with his hand. "You'll be breaking thousands of heart Attorney" he added.

They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system. My fingers tremble a little as I lift it out. I've been jerking off to p**n for months with the same tired scenes, same fake moans, and it's not enough anymore. I want to feel owned. I want something that knows exactly how wet I get when a voice calls me a desperate little slut. So I subscribed to the premium tier, the one they don't advertise on the main site. Full customization. No filters. No safe words unless I set them. And tonight I'm testing the default dominant profile they call "Apex."

"Unbelievable." "This is unbelievably pathetic," he bellowed. "You came all the way from Deluka cosmetics to read a pamphlet to us? Is that how you plan to convince us to buy these products? You do know they are worth thousands of dollars, right?" he questioned, and I felt a lump land on my throat. "I, um... I'm not really, um," I began to stutter as I could hear the frustration in their groans. "Enough! We have had enough. We aren't pleased by your little reading. We have no intention or interest in buying any of the products, therefore there will be no transactions between us and your company," he barked, his stern voice raising and fueling the already suffocating air.

She didn’t have time for my pride, or my hesitation, or my confusion. I had nothing. No options. No safety net. And now, this stranger was offering to buy my life for six months in exchange for saving hers. “What happens if I say no?” I asked softly. He raised a brow. “Then I walk away, and the offer disappears. Forever.” I looked up at him again, searching for any sign that this was a prank or a scam or anything other than what it appeared to be. But there was none. “Why would a man like Alexander Blackwood need a fake wife?”

She’d have to carry those scars forever. Maia sighed as tears started filling her eyes and running down her face. She was free. Finally, After so many painful and traumatizing years, she was free. She might be going to an orphanage, but she would never have to see her father again. She took a deep breath, taking it all in. Her life was only beginning.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."