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She blushed, and then turned back to the television. "You guys know how much I love getting all these loads from your big black cocks," Dottie exulted, as she looked directly into the camera, which was currently filming a side view of her servicing the two dicks. "I love when my pussy is leaking from the floods of cum you hot black studs always fill me up with." "That's so hot," Essence said, her hand reaching under her white dress to her bare pussy.

"Oh no you don't," she said. "You've been flaunting that giant cock in my face all afternoon, you dirty old man," she said. "You've gotten to look at all these hot young girls today and it got you all hot and bothered, didn't it," she said. Don couldn't help himself, apparently, and nodded at the young woman. Releasing John, who groaned loudly, clutching at his cock and balls, Donna turned and moved over to Dexter.

The night before Edward was officially crowned Don, we gathered together to drink and celebrate. Someone suggested playing a game of “Never Have I Ever.” That was when Bella, Edward’s female adviser, suddenly filled a glass to the brim and pushed it toward me. With a mocking smile, she said, “I didn’t risk everything to help a man become Don, only to end up as a mistress.” The entire room fell silent. Edward grabbed my hand and broke one of my fingers himself. “Losers have to pay up. Drink.” Then he looked at me calmly. “Actually, the marriage certificate I gave you was fake.” “I’ve been married to Bella for three years. She’s pregnant now, and I want to give her the title of Donna.” “You’ve

'He wanted to use me again and pretend to be his girlfriend,' the answer appeared in her head in mere seconds. "Who is the client again?" She bravely asked. "Miss Donna, some weird lady in her thirties," he replied fastly. "Miss Donna Taylors?" "Yeah, Donna Taylors! You knew her? Haha, it's so funny. Her name is Donna Taylors. It sounded almost similar to that name Donatella, the turtle from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie," Aaron spoke casually and laughed as if he was chatting with a friend instead of his secretary.

I cleared my throat, “No, ma’am. Like I said, everything’s fi—“ The words trailed off in my mouth as she leaned into me, pushing my hair away from my ear to whisper in my ear. “Is this about the Don?” My eyes widened at the question, and I drew back to stare at her. How did she know…? Her moisturized lips stretched into a beautiful, patient smile then. “It was on the news,” she said as if she’d heard my thoughts. But a more pressing question was, how did she know I knew Damon?

She got some funny looks from some of them the other just paid attention, but she did not care, she only she hoped if she behaved herself he would eventually let her go. Anita was a strict woman barely above thirty five, but she still liked her. She had been working her for almost a decade according to one of the maids. She was told the names if others but the only only one she remembered where the ones that were nice to her and those are, Isabella, Rebecca and Mercy. Though others were nice to her, she just did not remember maybe because her head and body was killing her , that's what she gets for pushing herself to much. She just couldn't sit in bed all day doing nothing.

I drew in a deep breath. Three years. Dante and I hadn't seen each other in three years. The last time we met, I'd taken off the engagement ring with my own hands and given it back to him. He'd stood in the rain that day, soaked through, his eyes so red they looked ready to bleed. I didn't look back. I got into Dominic's car. Dominic was the Don of Mercer Family. From that day on, the entire hospital knew—Dante Blackwood despised Ivy Ashford.

Lena’s POV “Who gave you the right to talk to me like that?” she snapped. “I’m the future Donna.” Her eyes swept over me with contempt. “And you? You’re nothing but a joke.” I reacted quickly, grabbing for the glass to throw the water back at her. But before I could move, two guards stepped forward and caught my wrist. I turned sharply. They were Caleb’s men. “Are you two insane?” I demanded. “I’m your Donna. Let go of me, or I’ll call Caleb right now.”

He was reminding me of my place: here on the estate, we were nothing more than employer and employee. And the woman beside him was his one and only Donna, recognized by all Five Families. I understood the warning in his eyes and swallowed the words I couldn't say. "Don Gallo." Enzo's Adam's apple bobbed. He gave a low "Mm" and kept walking, shielding Camilla and their child, as if the person he'd just passed was a complete stranger. I gave a self-deprecating smile and swallowed the news of my immediate resignation. It's not like he would care anyway.

"Donna, I'm truly sorry for troubling you. Once my apartment is fixed, I'll move out. We won't stay long." I said nothing more and turned upstairs. That night at dinner, Matteo suddenly brought it up. "Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. "Seven beautiful years," he said. "I've arranged for dinner to be prepared at the seaside villa. We'll stay there for a few days. Just the two of us." He looked at me, his eyes gentle. "I'll transfer that villa to your name. It's yours from now on." Sienna was feeding the baby. At his words, she looked up and smiled. "Mr. Bellandi, you're so good to Donna. Seven years of marriage and still this loving. It's enviable."