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he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

"Alibato? No, Arogato? That sounds wrong too." I pressed my palms together. "Ariga—" "Aribato nilamas!" I whirled around toward the door. Yakov was leaning against the frame, a massive, teasing grin on his face. I rolled my eyes. "What is this crazy person talking about?" I muttered, loud enough for him to hear. The jerk just laughed. "It’s aribato nilamas. And for Korea, it's gamhasarap ham ni dagol." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why does that sound so fake?"

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I didn't finish my sentences because he cut it off very quickly. "I was her boyfriend. I'm from Manila," he announced to my friend. Karla's eyes got bigger as she heard him saying he's my boyfriend. "Nice meeting you, Karla. My name is Dark Louiz and she's my girlfriend. I was her boyfriend." "Nice meeting you, Dark Louiz. I never thought you would be the boyfriend of my friend. She's very kind and lovable, right?" Karla said as they shook their hands.

He even had a portrait of the Devil holding a machine gun tattooed on his back. The gunman was a very intelligent man, and he specialized in developing virtual reality gaming software. He prided himself on developing his latest virtual reality game, which he connected to a smartphone bomb. The gunman was a Texas native, and he didn’t like being called by his real name, which he had tattooed on the back of his neck. The gunman wished for his youth. When the gunman was younger, he sported raven black hair, which he kept in a ponytail. He had good looks, but dead, soulless eyes. Some would say he looked like an ex-convict, Southern Brad Pitt. Now, since the gunman had to deal with the ravages o

He must have realized by now how ignorant I was to the entire situation. Whoever said ignorance is bliss needed to be slapped silly. Gunnar entered my room, looking a thousand times better than he did when he left this morning. He wore his scowl exactly like he wore his Armani suit, to perfection and with class. Pocketing his fists in his shiny grey slacks, he gave himself the privilege to let his eyes travel down my body. My tank allowed a generous amount of cleavage to show and Gunnar shamelessly gawked at my puppies.

Nerd said. "That is Yang Dae-Su." he pointed to the young man who'd flexed; "That is Taeyang Cass, he refuses to go by his real name, so we are forced to call him Cass," he pointed to the boy in the black suit and full of arrogance. "That is Antonio Lucas Jeremiah Lebel. His Korean name is Lebel Jun-Seo but he insists we call him Jeremy." The nerd pointed to the blond drummer who gave a bright smile. "That is Rhee Min-Jun," the boy in complete white gave a soft nod. "The one presently knocked out would be Kyung Jiho, and I am Duskin Nighting."

Because right now, I am the lover of the Lord Yakuza. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️