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I instructed. Sage arched their brows but didn’t question me as they lay on the king-size bed. They looked hot against the cream duvet, shirtless, wearing cutoff shorts, fishnet stockings, and combat boots. It was time for those to all come off. Sage propped themselves up on their elbows, watching me as I knelt between their legs. I winked before setting to get off their boots and then reaching for the button on their shorts.

She kissed his cheek and returned to her seat. Ethan walked over to stand beside Harry and he took a deep breath. He rubbed his palms and realized that they were moist so he wiped them clean with the handkerchief in his jacket pocket causing Harry to snort. "What?" He frowned. "You're nervous." Harry said. "Yeah. Am I not allowed to be?" He whispered and his eyes widened when he saw Saira. "Fuck me." George chuckled under his breath. "Whipped." She was dressed in a beautiful Taffeta sweetheart neckline A-line wedding dress with belt and her hair was packed up in a loose chignon with some curly strands caressing the sides of her face. She was beyond gorgeous.

"I've asked Hans to investigate. There's nothing suspicious about Chloe. If you want to know, she's the youngest daughter of Dylan Arley." "The owner of the Arley hotel chain?" Richard asked. Edward nodded confidently. "Yes, she's the daughter of the Arley conglomerate." "If that's the information you've got, then this woman should meet the requirements to be a suitable companion for a Martin noble descendant," Kenzi responded. "Yes, that's why I---" "It's useless, Ken," Richard cut in deliberately. "You shouldn't be asking about her background. The real question is, does this woman want to be the wife of an Sebastian Eduardo Martin?"

He rasped, sitting there in his wheelchair wearing only sweatpants. Shivering, I gulped and looked down at the floor. Footsteps drew closer to the top of the stairway to see what the disturbance was about. Especially since their Alpha was upset. “Oh, it’s just Mikayla,” Sage blearily acknowledged, half-naked in his boxers. Tattos of forestry were on his hands and crept up to his neck and chest, and his straggling sandy blond hair a mess. I blinked as I took in his eight pack muscular frame.

He stands behind me, wrapping his hands around me, leaning over he buried his face in the crook of my neck, I smell the intoxicating scent of his hair shampoo, it's smells like strawberry. I gulp nervous as he took the glass in my hands and together with his own, he placed them on a table behind us. I stand still waiting for his next move, but he did nothing, we just stood there while he holds me in his arms. Back at the time I visited Prague I had never thought I would meet someone who would fulfil my wish of coming back here. In the balcony of one of the most exotic hotel in Prague stood Bethy Hillstorm and her billionaire LQ.

LYRA "I don't trust her Damien. I need to lure her down to get to Magnus, she's gullible enough to think I'm stupid enough to fall for her tricks" Sage says through his phone call My lips quivered as I peeped through his room standing like a statue as his words reached my hearing. Every piece of my heart-shattering. "She has to produce an heir for me before I reject her and I'm sure by that time we've gotten to achieve our main goal," He says yet again.

"You should be very clear about the Sage's true objective!" Roxy remained calm. "Ashton, you previously used your influence in the criminal underworld to take down Summit Lounge and Summit Beauty. Why are you acting like I'm not allowed to work with the Sage? "Let me give you one last reminder. You can't defeat him. He's far more terrifying than you imagine!" Ashton swallowed his anger. "What you do is none of my business, but you absolutely cannot take Celia to the Sage's 80th birthday celebration. Do you understand that or not?"

The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights. “I want everyone to see what a pathetic, broken cuck you are tonight.” She told Mark while getting ready, she wore a tiny red micro-dress that barely covered her ass cheeks. Her massive, milk-heavy DD breasts strained the thin fabric, dark nipples clearly visible. Her pussy was freshly waxed, already glistening, a thick Queen of Spades tattoo now adorned her lower back, just above her juicy ass, and another small one on her inner left thigh.

Sage showed up exactly at ten carrying coffee and enough energy to power the entire city. "Ready, for best friends day?" she asked while handing me the cup. "What are we doing?" "Everything," she said, "come on." The spa was the kind of place I had only seen in movies, all white marble and soft music and people who whispered, like normal volume might shatter the peace. Zayn had given Sage his membership card and we were treated like royalty from the moment we walked in. After massages that made my bones feel like liquid and facials that left my skin glowing, we sat in the relaxation room wearing fluffy robes and sipping cucumber water.

Since then, I hated the thought of loving a woman till Sage barged into the men's restroom for whatever reason and shamelessly watched me jerk off. Sage was one of a kind. Mine! I tore my gaze from Hailey and Dean to look down at Sage who was beside me with a smile on her face. It was forced but she was composing herself well. It's been a few seconds looking away from her and she looks even prettier now.