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I handled data instead and focused on staying healthy until I gave birth. For the next two to three months, Edwin and the others tried desperately to reach me. But I had joined a top-secret government project. Without my permission, no one could contact me. It wasn't until after I gave birth that I heard from a friend what Edwin had done. He'd gone crazy, trying to track down every friend I had, just to find a way to reach me. But I felt nothing. Maybe Edwin really did love me. But from the moment he got close to me for Kelsey's sake and used me, that love was already tainted.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" "You," he said simply, his gaze unwavering. The word hung in the air like a promise, wrapped in the romance of the moment. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was soft at first, then deepening with the passion of rediscovered love. Mira melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, fingers threading through his blonde hair. The world around them faded—the chatter of students, the rustle of leaves—leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.

“Fuck me harder.” Antoine was damn good. He didn't hold back at all. He kept pounding my innocent pussy. His dick hitting the back of my womb that I feared the force might rip it open. I came first, squeezing my pussy around his dick. My hand tightly pressed on my mouth. He pulled out, and they both stroked over me. Luc released on my chest. Antoine on my stomach. We lay there, panting. This was my first day in Paris and this is how it hits off — not like I regretted it. Having sex with two hot strangers was not on my to-do list.

,he winked and waiting for our answer for which he got positive response from Xavier. But my heart and mind stuck at the word PARIS PARIS.... PARIS...... PARIS..... PARIS is said to city of love, city of romance, but in my life it is said to be city of hell, city of regrets. Thinking about that place itself bringing me goosebumps on my body. "Jasmine....jasmine, are you kk??...kid what happened can I know the answer... Is it kk with you starting it from paris??",Mr.Leo asked with concerned face by shaking me from my thoughts and that idiot is watching me with confusion in his eyes.

Paris looked at Ann and felt he was taking her for a fool. “What?” Ann asked. “You took him to the beach where we made love, Ann.” Paris said. “I did not,” Ann denied it. Paris sighed and shook his head. He walked towards the door to leave, but Ann grabbed him and forced a kiss on him. “What are you doing?” Paris questioned, holding her at arm’s length. “Drink my blood and you will see that I love you! It has always been only you!” Ann cried.

He inhaled deeply. “I love you,” he roared as he felt himself climaxing. “I love you,” she gasped. “Damn!” he bellowed as he shot his hot seed deep into her. “Damn, your hot! I can’t get enough of you.” He looked at her lovingly while catching his breath. “I’ve never met a woman like you before, Theresa. Where have you been all of my life?” “Take me one more time and I’ll tell you,” she whispered.

FELIX ------- “Alex no.” “Feel, please.” “I’ll get her a job but not as my assistant.” “But I don’t trust people, you’ve seen Paris, she’s a total man attracter, 3 of her bosses have tried to get sexual with her and 7 of them have molested her. Please Felix, Paris can’t live without a job and she can’t even work for perverts. I don’t trust other people around her. You’ve hated her all your life and you don’t mix personal and professional life. Please hire her.” My best and only friend kneeled in front of me with tears in his eyes as he recalled the sexual assaults on his sister by the men and women who were her bosses. Paris Martin, God save me. Paris was the clumsiest silliest and weirdest

“Language sweetheart and the date will be in Paris”. My mouth gaped open while a couple of butterflies swarmed in my stomach with his gruff voice nicknaming me ‘sweetheart’. Paris. He wanted to take me to Paris: the city of love, the city of romance and the city of everlasting sex. If he wanted to do anything like that with me, it would have to be after I’m dead and in the afterlife because no way in hell would I let him touch me. Not even with 10 foot pole.

Hera was shocked but she immediately responded to his passionate kiss on her. No words came out of Adante's lips. He just knocked the girl down and laid her on the bed, while he was on top of her. His seat was still buried in his cave so he buried it little by little, while their lips touched each other and even after several rounds, it was as if they were still very eager and thirsty for the their body. "I love you, Hera." Adante's soft words to him while staring into his eyes. "I love you, Adante." After he answered that, his wife immediately dived into him.

She had a look on her face now as she said, "Is this because of the story?" "No!" Paris snapped, then calmed down and said in one breath. "Of course not. I— God, I can't believe you're making it hard. I like you, okay? A lot. I like how you always make it hard for me to get my way. I like how you challenge me. I like how you keep me on my toes, and make them curl too. I like how you fuck me, and how you look at me. I like it when you say what I can't dare say. I like how you know me and what I want and don't judge me for it. No, I don't like you. I love you. And— And if you don't date me, it's fine, but I'd probably be too embarrassed to show my face and I'd hide behind a box for the rest of