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First username was Ironfaith99 and the other was Powerplayboy. I clicked on Ironfaith99 at first and was flabbergasted by the brazen texts I saw. It was as if the Noah who shied away from my touch and trembled anytime I wrapped my lips around his cock was gone. Disgusted, I exited that chat and opened the one of Powerplayboy. I scrolled up to the start of their conversation and it was short, barely a handful of messages, but it was enough to make me want to fucking snap the phone in half. Unlike the chat with Ironfaith, Carter was more subtle here and hell, they seemed to have something great going.

He stood in the center of the hotel room, chest still tight with the memory of Sterling’s touch. The curtains were drawn tight against the world outside, shutting out the city and the team and everything that had happened in the last thirty-six hours. His laptop glowed on the small desk, a momentary escape. Something normal. Something easy. He clicked through to one of his usual sites, selecting a video that promised to deliver exactly what he wanted: a pretty brunette caught in an affair with her impossibly handsome boss. She was just his type, and like always, Noah focused on her, the way she moved, the way she moaned.

And every time her heart reacted the same way. Like a quiet shock beneath her ribs. Cami leaned closer suddenly, resting her chin on Ariana’s shoulder. “Okay,” she said. Ariana blinked. “Okay what?” “I’ve been watching.” “That sounds suspicious.” “It is.” Ariana sighed. “What did you notice?” Cami pointed subtly toward the bar. “Hot Doctor.” Ariana followed her gaze. Mateo stood exactly where she expected him to be. Still calm. Still watching. Her stomach tightened.

'So, Alina will prepare the hunters whose names will be called out now'. 'Sia'. 'Penelope'. 'Lucas'. 'Adrianna'. 'Noah'. 'Levi'. 'Finn'. 'Irena'. I heard a gasp beside me. 'Adam'. 'And....' She stopped for while and her gaze settled on me, her hazel eyes holding a dark secret which was promised to be revealed soon. I had been praying to be called so I could go with Irena but right then I didn't feel like going anymore. 'Maya'.

Dahlia, this little beauty, has a few friends who keep us company. I look over in the direction Joe is pointing and see a swarm of young girls who appear to be closer to eighteen than twenty-five years old. I have serious doubts that Dahlia should be holding that drink in her hand. I'm going to need a drink or five to get through the rest of the night. I walk over to the bar and order a rum and Coke. Two young ladies immediately encircle me. "Hello, my name is Honey," one of them says. "And I'm Sugar," the other adds.

6 SABRINA The next day The room was cold, the type of chill that sunk into your skin and made your blood feel sluggish. I stood in the center, arms folded tightly across my chest, my stance rigid. The air reeked of Viktor’s cologne—a sharp, woody scent that wrapped itself around me like invisible chains. He sat behind the massive mahogany desk, his silhouette stark against the dim, flickering light of the lamp. Viktor was quiet, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his glass. Whiskey. His drink of choice. I hated how calm he looked. Like nothing in this world could shake him.

“You fucked her in a public bathroom to get my properties under your name. That's quite dirty you know.” Xavier laughed deeply. Instead of feeling calm with his amusement, it felt as if goosebumps are appearing on my skin. “I had sex with Angela in the public bathroom to get your properties under her name.” I blanched. “That’s right honey. Those hotels are under Angela’s name and very soon, I’m going to strip S.H Fashion from you. All I need you to do is sit back and watch.”

Aghast at the site he had specified and absolutely enraged by his instinctive sadism, Lara gasped. “Don’t waste your time! I’ll see you in hell before I set foot inside that hotel again!” “You must’ve been quite a sight limping out on one shoe that afternoon,” Christophe mused provocatively. “The chambermaid found the other one under the bed. I still have it. Cinderella’s slipper…” “How dare you?” she seethed down the phone in outrage. “And as I recall it, you damned near left something far more intimate behind,” he breathed reflectively.

"What the hell is going on with you, girl? I think you aren't quite as over Matt Vorchak as you'd like us all to believe." "What?" She blinked. "No, I'm - " She flopped back on the lounger. "I am so messed up, Dara." "No kidding. You need to chill, honey. Inhale the lavender. When they bring in the wine take a good slug." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." She sighed again. "This is so just nutso." "It's - " Dara's eyes flicked to the television. "Oh, hey. Here's the sports news. I wonder if there'll be anything about Matt and what he'll be doing."

Without another second of hesitation, I pushed open the door and walked into the unknown… “Daisy” This time it was a low baritone voice that sent shivers to my spine. “Gorgeous little thing” another said, emerging from the darkness with hungry lustful eyes. I felt a tingling sensation in my coochie. From nowhere, I felt a presence behind me, followed by a gentle graze of a finger on the back of my neck. I’m not kidding when I say I felt something slide down my thighs. Is it possible to be that wet….enough to make you drip?