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The kickass look in her eyes makes my dick hard. The burn of desire is gone and now she burns with hatred. And all that hatred centers on me. I know exactly where she gets her temper. Fox was like that too. Hot and cold. Warm never worked into the equation for him. I guess I'm convinced she's who she says she is. Why the hell would a Hispanic woman show up at this club? There's not exactly a welcome mat out front for anyone with dark skin. Claiming to be his daughter is too crazy not to be true.

Maybe it’s being able to get the image of Harken and Amy having sex out of her mind, that she no longer cares for Amy’s taunts in the slightest. “Alright, you got me, then.” Noel submits, turning back to her locker to grab her English and Math books. “So, you think’s that it? You just admit to it, and we forget all about you blatantly lying about dating the hottest guy at our school?” Noel wrinkles her nose. She can’t deny Harken is extremely good looking, but there are plenty of guys at their school that are just as good in their own way, no one ever looking the same. To say he is the hottest is a little delusional.

"I said hot. You said crush. Fascinating." "Drop it." Objectively, I can’t deny that Noah Hunter is hot. Raven black hair, jade green eyes, long inky lashes, every muscle perfectly defined. He’s not bad if you’re into that kind of thing. Pity he’s such a dick. Finn’s smiling into his beer in a way that makes it clear he’s not dropping the subject for long. I change the subject before he thinks of more bullshit to torture me with. "You said you'd ask around about the people going missing out of town. What'd you turn up?"

And if there is one thing Ivan Romanov detests above all else, it is someone messing with his head. But I know that voice. I have heard it a million times in the recordings, in my memories, in the quiet spaces of my own mind. It was Keith King. I am certain of it. I stop looking at the fire and start searching the crowd, my eyes scanning the faces with predatory intensity. Noir sits right on the outer brink of the city, bordering a massive, abandoned forest. It’s exactly why the rich, spoiled elite love it—it’s an isolated hideout where they can get drunk, take drugs, and misbehave away from the prying eyes of the media.

She raises her brow in disappointment. “Can I have the number?” I ask. “Sure,” she replies, dejected. Camilla disappears into the kitchen and my eyes flicker over to Rosh. What? She is sitting on one of the men’s laps, laughing out loud. I start to see red. Uncontrollable fucking red. Camilla comes back and passes me a card: BIG AL 0436990135

“Let’s go. We’re already late.” He smiled, relieved, and we headed out. Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at Nessa’s lodge. I carried the cake while Noah held the flowers. He walked happily toward the door, but my brow furrowed. I could hear faint moans coming from inside. Noah glanced at me, confused. I knocked. No answer. I used the spare key and opened the door. My entire world shattered. There, on the bed, completely naked, was Nessa—with another girl. The scene was raw and unmistakable.

I think I'm gonna enjoy myself to the fullest here, maybe get some pleasure and tomorrow I will think about how to make my way out. *** "Good evening ma and welcome to Ytas Hotel and suites, which room do you want VIP or Regular room? The receptionist muttered and I smirked at her, time to get a little naughty. "Do you think hot guys are at the VIP? I whispered and she laughed silently?" "Well I think hot guys, you will find them at the regular club she muttered and I smiled at her." "Give me the available room, '' I muttered as I handed over my credit card to her to make the payments."

I demand. “Natalie… come home, then we will talk… Please.” She says. Then the realization hits me. I cut her call and open the damn class chat. I skim it over. My hands shiver holding the phone. Everyone knows about the pics. They are talking about it. Unknown: ‘Although what she did was wrong… but it was a low blow to spread nudes all over the school.’ Nudes.. Unknown1: ‘I wouldn’t call it Nude. Pics were rather ok.. but yea it’s obvious they fucked or were still fuckin.’

****** At the penthouse on the top floor of the Grand MC Hotel. "Hey! Stay still, Summer! Don't move. Be patient, I'm going to be quick, boy." The loud noise was from the bathroom. Leonard and James were wrestling with Summer, showering him to wash all the red wine of his body, especially on his neck. "Eh! Eh!" Little Summer was making noise along with the shouting. He tinseled and wiggled until two tall men were wet just like him.

The other voice speaks p excitedly and I hear Blaze sigh before asking, “What happened?” “I heard that Noah was having dinner with some crazy hot chick and they were quarreling and it ended up with the girl throwing a wad of cash right in Noah’s face before she stormed away” He bursts out laughing and I frown over his words. Some hot chick having dinner with Noah? Storming out of some restaurant? “Hot chick? Is it someone we know?” Blaze’s tone mirrors my skepticism and I lean further against the wall to hear the other guy’s reply. “I think so. Oh wait, I think I saw her in our annual charity ball’s photograph. You know, the one with black hair and killer body”