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She slapped him so hard that for a second, Samuel wasn't able to process anything. "You are shameless." Gaura angrily got up and left the room leaving Samuel alone who touched his cheek and hissed in pain. "Ah, it hurts." Then he smiled and rubbed his cheek. "But it was worth it." He was now ready to listen to his heart but he knew it was going to be a rocky road. .............. All the remaining chapters will be updated tomorrow and a new story will begin with the title " My sweet bully." Don't forget to leave your thoughts in the comments.

I said and Kingston released a sad smile before pulling me into a hug We disengaged from the hug staring at each other when Kingston suddenly kissed me.His kiss was filled with passion . The kiss was long as we found it hard to break the kiss.Kingston lifted me up taking me to our room .He zipped my gown down.He laid me on the bed gently and he trailed kisses to my neck .I'm sure I will be left with hickeys.He removed my bra as he moved his lips to my breast and I moaned loudly "Kingston...Ahh...K-b"

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

Harper POV The rink smells like cold metal and burnt coffee. I’ve been here since seven, clipboard in hand, pretending table placements for the charity gala matter more than the gossip circling campus. Logan Shaw and some puck bunny. Same one, twice in one weekend. It shouldn’t bother me. There’s always a lineup of girls chasing after the hockey team—perfect hair, short skirts, that desperate sparkle in their eyes. They live for the attention, for the photos, for bragging rights.

Was he pissed at me for not speaking up or pissed at me for hiding my phone from him? “You’ve got a high fever,” Kent said, after a few minutes of doing a check up. “Add to that an extreme headache and cramps? Your body’s just shutting down because you’re overworking it.” “I’m not overworking my body,” I said nervously. Kent smirked, and I noticed the way his eyes twinkled with mischief. “So you haven’t been engaging in… honeymoon activities?” “Kent,” Alaric snapped as heat crept up my neck. Nova choked out a laugh and I shot her a glare. We never even went on a honeymoon. People don’t go on honeymoons for transactional marriages, do they?

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The warmth of her skin against mine ignited a fervent desire, fueling my desire for her. Her breath quickened, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat. With each thrust, she gasped as my hands traced the delicate arch of her back, the curve of her waist, and the contours of her hips. I explored the landscape of her body, committing it to memory with an insatiable hunger. My fingers danced along the curves of her body, tracing invisible patterns that ignited her senses. Her skin, warm and inviting, begged for my touch. I obliged, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breasts.

Glancing pointedly at Kaitlynn, I said, “And you don’t think that would jive with me because…why, again?” When she floundered for an answer, Gabby stepped in. “She’s big into romance novels.” Lifting her eyebrows meaningfully, she added, “And you know what that means, don’t you?” “It means…she likes sex?” I guessed optimistically because there was a lot of sex in those kinds of books, weren’t there? Well, great. I liked sex too. Loved it, in fact. Ergo, we should get along splendidly. “She likes romance, you buffoon,” Kaitlynn explained with an impatient sigh. “She put together the book club Gabby and I are in.”

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.