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A sinister smile flashed in Zachary's eyes as he turned and walked out. Shortly after, Holly received a text message on her phone. "Room 206." Holly's eyes lit up. "Grandpa, I'm going to watch the fireworks." Alexander replied with a hum. Holly then got up and walked towards room 206. As soon as she entered, a hot body suddenly pressed her against the door. "Hades." Holly called out shyly. But the man quickly covered her lips and tore open her clothes. "Hades, be gentle. My hand hurts."

“Sure! Tuesday at around noon work?” Hollis ran a hand through her hair trying not to think about how the gold specks of Whitney’s brown orbs made her feel. She knew this was dangerous territory, but she DID need to return the book after all....and she’d be lying to herself and everyone else if she tried to pretend like she didn’t want to see the artsy free spirit from California again. “Tuesday at noon is perfect.” “Great. Our booth. Catch you then, Holly.” Whitney slid into her vehicle and started to back out of the parking spot, turning and taking off in the other direction.

“I don’t see why this couldn’t work. You haven’t presented a single valid reason against it. You haven’t even allowed me a real chance to prove myself. I’ll admit that kissing you yesterday was an impulsive, innocent reaction—a spark ignited by your suggestion’s clarity. If I were truly willing to risk everything for a taste of your lips, it wouldn’t have been just a quick peck across a picnic table.” Holly’s eyes momentarily ignited with a brilliant flash of gold that danced like flames. But just as quickly, she shook her head, and the gold vanished, retreating to the familiar blue-gray hue. Holly was an enigma, a complex woman who often kept her true feelings under wraps, but with each enc

Pulled out her phone. Got the flowers. They're beautiful. Hated them immediately. She checked the phone six times on the bus to Fiordilatte. Holly was waiting for her in the locker room with the expression of someone who had been sitting on information for two days. "Grand Canyon," Holly said, before Brigail got her locker open. "Yaki Point. Sunset. You and Eli Michealson snogging like you invented it." Brigail's ears went hot. "Who else."

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He repeated. Oops. His super hearing, always my downfall. Strangely, his and others' hearing ability is way better than humans though, but again they all are spies so... I rested my head on my fist, "It was just an observation. Who steals a book from a child?" I opened my mouth. Gio leaned on the counter across from me, "Someone who doesn't want you to grow up stupid. You'll thank me one day." I gasped and pointed at him, "Name calling!"

"You'll see how hard I get shoving my fingers up my pussy while I watched the two of you watching the two of us." "Eventually?" I repeated. "I have to admit to a twinge of jealousy when I watched Lana strip off her shorts and her top right next to you," Holly said. "But as I watched her frigging her pussy while she had her eyes glued to what Sandy and I were doing-completely oblivious to you and your stiff dick poking out of your fly-the exhibitionist in me came out and she really got me turned on! That's when I took my laptop into the bedroom so your Holly-cam could film me jilling off."

Before anyone can say anything else, there's a noise beyond the bookcase — a deliberate clearing of a throat. We all freeze. Slowly, a figure comes out from among the stacks. Blond hair. Perfect makeup, all pink designer clothes. Kill me right now. It's Holly. My stomach drops to my shoes. "I can help," she says.

Holly booked the hotel room for a week but we negotiated with her that it will only be for three days, because of work and the succession ceremony. As we stepped toward the car, Chloe followed. Holly’s hand shot out, stopping her. “Where do you think you’re going?” Chloe blinked. “Where else?” Holly laughed, a sharp, clear sound. “Oh, no. I’m not crazy enough to let an assistant ruin my sister’s honeymoon.” Orion’s confusion mirrored Chloe’s. “Then why did you tell her to pack?” A slow, satisfied smile spread across my face as Chloe’s discomfort grew. Holly’s gaze turned cold. “Is she homeless?”

"Skipped breakfast?" To break the awkward silence, Holly reached over and offered me a bottle of milk. Glancing up, I noticed a snack box brimming with cookies, candied fruits, and jellies, a stark contrast to Holly's usual ban on eating in her car due to her obsession with cleanliness. I recalled a time when I was pale and weak from low blood sugar in her car, desperate for a sip of milk, which she had flatly denied. However, Charles seemed to have her full permission to indulge.