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I can take revenge on what he did on my mama and sister. I followed in his footsteps. His ass is still twitching, which warms my head. He look like a duck when he walks. Six doors immediately opened up to us. They come in different colors. Black color door for wigs and mirrors, blue color door for dresses and blazers, red color door for different types of liptint and lipstick, brown color door for boots and different types of shoes, pink door for make-ups and gray for weapons such as guns and knives. Almost all of that I get into. Every time I jumped, I often took a gun and a knife. Once I entered my target company and got the important documents, I aimed the bullet directly at their forehea

Sage went ahead while Beach melted into the open arms of the other man's embrace. She watched them intently, the hug seems to be lasting longer than a normal hug but she didn't get the chance to think harder into the matter as she was soon dragged away from the door by another lady. She wore dark lipstick, matching her all-black outfit, with chokers around her neck and wrist. "Want to dance?" She offered but Sage was quick to decline even before the words left her mouth. "Your loss, Princess." She sauntered down the room in her leather black boots.

Henry replied, "I'll not be so reserved next time, then!" Sage put her phone away. She had casually flaunted her wealth earlier and used a black card to show Henry how rich she was. Given how greedy Henry was, he would definitely try to curry favor with her. As a result, he wouldn't be as attentive to Layla. Besides, Henry was obviously Ivy's lackey, and he might be useful to her in the future. … Sage bought two sets of the latest season's dresses at the mall, as well as some jewelry and several pieces of gold.

I pulled out a grey bathrobe and covered myself tying the knots into place. “Now take us on a tour of your big Alpha Halls,” Sage said. “I want to see the slave quatres.” Sage said. “But before that lets a take a detour to the kitchen, I am famished.” Sage clasped her hand in mind and my cock sprang up between my legs as we walked together. I led the way silently wondering what was truly going on in Sage Winters mind. “Madame X, release, Aurora’s hands from those ropes.” Sage spoke as she walked with me.

“Okay, I’ll send you the info as soon as I get it.” Resting the phone on the counter, I look towards the bathroom door. The shower cuts off, and Sage steps out of her room a moment later. She looks amazing in her flannel string top and boxer shorts. Her bare toes are painted an electric blue color, and her hair is up in a knot. I almost swallow my tongue when I see the outline of her swollen nipples beneath the shirt.”Dinner’s ready,” I say steadily. She gives me a soft smile, her pouty lips looking kissable.

Before she could answer, the bathroom door opened. Sage stepped out, steam rolling behind him like a halo. A towel hung low on his hips, water still dripping down his chest, tracing every hard line of his abs, the sharp cut of his hips, and the broad slope of his shoulders. His dark hair was wet and tousled, and his skin was flushed from the heat of the shower. He looked like something carved—dangerous, beautiful, untouchable. He froze when he saw me, one brow arching slowly.

Sage strode in, balancing a box of pastries against her hip. “Delivery for the queen of caffeine,” Sage announced, setting the box on the counter. Maya raised an eyebrow. “Did you seriously buy pastries from another bakery?” “I thought it might inspire some healthy competition,” Sage said, smirking. “Plus, I may have bribed your barista to share a recipe or two.” “You’re lucky I like you,” Maya said, shaking her head. Sage leaned against the counter, her gaze bouncing between Maya and Damian. “So, what’s next for you two? Taking over the world? Or maybe just a long-overdue honeymoon?”

I managed. “Nice? Bella, this is amazing! Sheila Hartley is like, ridiculously successful. Model, actress—she’s been in a few movies. And she comes from money, too. Old money. Her family has an actual estate.” Sage was scrolling again, pulling up more photos. “And look at this one—the way they’re looking at each other? That’s not fake. That’s real chemistry.” Beautiful. Successful. Rich. Famous. Everything I wasn’t. I stood abruptly. “I need to use the restroom.”

It had been a difficult time for all of them and Rachel still worried about their vulnerability. Rachel smoothed a hand down the silken fabric of her signature black cocktail dress. She always wore black, convinced it minimized the flaws in her figure. She saw her hips as too wide, her thighs as too chunky, her tummy as too rounded, especially for someone as short as she was. Now she wished she could kick off the four-inch heels she used to boost her five-foot-two-inch height. Her thick honey-colored hair was pulled up in a sophisticated arrangement that added yet another inch or two. Anything to make her feel less like a chunky miniature lost at an adult function.

"Come, I want you to meet someone vital to the future of Arthur Holdings." Vance looked completely blindsided. His polished composure cracked instantly as he was hauled over to our table. Mark beamed, sitting down and pulling me close. "Alistair, this is Sage. The reason why I now have a perfect twenty-year plan for the company. She keeps my priorities straight." Vance managed a tight, sickly smile. "Ms. Wesley. A pleasure." "Please, call me Sage," I replied, meeting his gaze evenly, my smile sweet and utterly venomous. I reached across the table and deliberately placed my hand over Mark's.