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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.

Genna is my favorite slut, I call her and she comes, her calling me wasn't part of the agreement. "What do you want?" I asked getting angry already "So it's true?" She said "What's true?" I asked "Oh please don't deny it. It's true that you and that bimbo are dating huh. You guys are just pretending to hate each other. Let me make this crystal clear, you are my man and always will be. No stupid bitch can come between us and if they want to" she paused then continued, "I'll remove them from the picture" "I don't get…" She ended the call before I could finish speaking.

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Why don't you just admit you have the hots for me? Devan ~”The only thing that is hot for you is my hand that is going to smack your face.” Rey ~”Hey at least there is some part of your body that is hot for me. Why don't you slap me and see if something else gets hot.” Devan ~”Your face is the only other body part that is getting hot here.” Rey ~”Oh that is what you think.” Devan ~”The only raise you getting out of me is an eyebrow.”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

"I'm breaking you." His fingers found the edge of her lace panties, hooking into the fabric and tugging them aside with a sharp, decisive movement. When his fingers made contact with her slick, swollen heat, Sloane let out a choked sound, half-sob and half-moan, her head falling back against his chest. He was relentless, his fingers diving deep inside her, stretching her, mimicking the aggressive rhythm of their first encounter.

“I hate dresses. Harper lent me this.” “Don’t give it back,” I muttered. She shot me a look. “Did you miss the part where I said I hate dresses?” I pressed my lips together. Touché. “It’s a pity,” I said. “You make a pretty good Barbie in a dress.” She rolled her eyes and moved to another section where small yellow fish swam in clusters—no idea what they were called. “Barbie? The fuck?” she muttered, though I caught the smile before she wiped it away.

Honestly, Helena doesn't know the woman's face, but if the woman is Nicholas's secretary, doesn't that mean that the woman is the woman who will marry Austin? “Shouldn't you know the background of that woman, Austin? At least you can confirm the background of your future wife. You know who Mr Malik is, right? He is indeed a man who is quite cold and can be said to be the most untouchable by any woman, but as far as I know, Mr. Malik has a woman who is forced to be his sex slave, who knows if—" "I already know the past of my future wife, Helena, and it's true as you say, my future wife was Nicholas's sex slave at that time."

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Instead, I walk straight inside his cabin with my best smile. I see hotty's back, his legs on the window's frame in a relaxing posture. Suddenly I feel calm seeing him relaxing in his seat. I wonder what he looks like in sweatpants and a normal tee. I notice the moaning and panting sound engulfed in the room which is coming from hotty's phone. I look closely and see two naked bodies humping on his phone's screen. No, fucking. He is watching them having sex. He is watching P**N! IN HIS PHONE. IN HIS OFFICE! OPENLY!