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We were in Shorecrest. Giant green 50s light posts came into view and kept cascading down a long drive was that led us to giant black gates of one of the most exclusive properties in all of Metro Heights – Wu Manor. A giant mansion, among three, that sat on top of the highest points in Shorecrest, where lavish parties for diplomats, royals and only 2 percent of the socialite group of Metro Heights was invited and only 0.05 percent of colleagues, partners and “others” were lucky to be invited and tonight I was one of them. Here only the rich of the rich rub elbows, and those who wanted to talk to the rich could potentially look at those elbows. This was my time. This city is cut throat and m

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💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

The pool stretched across the entire penthouse floor, its crystal blue waters now a subdued blue, with a silvery golden glow from the moonlight and the penthouse lights. From its vantage point, the stunning Manhattan skyline can be seen in all its glory, with towering buildings and crowded streets all in view. Natalie dipped her fingers into the pool, the temperature-controlled water warm to the touch, as ripples created by her friends in the pool splashed against the edge of the pool.

No doubt, years of leading the unleadable had gained him that skill. Minus, on the other hand, was more like a dormant volcano that was waking up after a long sleep. He seemed calm on the outside, but I could sense a lake of molten anger bubbling deep inside him. Some of that anger began to flow out as Minus challenged my uncle and seeing the look on his face brought back a flood of memories. His beautiful features, forming into a Viking-like scowl. His fists, balled up at his sides, caused his biceps to swell. As hurt and confused as I was, I could not stop myself from feeling an instant, and overwhelming attraction to him. I had to force myself to look away.

He slowly walked up to the table and sat down opposite her who was eating her meal. "Where's Monica?" He asked as he looked at Satanika who paused in her meal. "Have some food. You'll really appreciate the appetite. Plus I agree that Japanese people make one of the best meal after Hispanic. Well from what I've eaten." Satanika said as she took a drink of Japanese tea. "You haven't answered my question." He demanded. "Well she'll join us shortly, she called and said her boyfriend was joining us and that if you were hungry that you should eat, she wouldn't mind." She responded then continued her meal.

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.

"What's the matter, Nick?" "I have sent all the market data recaps as requested. And one more thing, Mr. Tanaka, the owner of Tanaka Japan Holding, would like to greet you via a teleconference call. He wants to congratulate you on your marriage, Mister." Edward responded to Nicholas' news. "Okay, I'll move to the study first. Thank you for the report you provided."

WARNING, THIS CHAPTER HINTS AT ABUSE AND RAPE AGAINST WOMEN, ALTHOUGH ITS DOSNT HAPPEN ITS HINTED AT SO IF THIS UPSETS YOU IN ANYWAY PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER... AND JUST TO MAKE IT CLEAR EVEYONE MAN OR WOMEN DESERVES LOVE AND RESPECT, WE ARE ALL SPECIAL IN OUR OWN WAY NO MATTER WHO WE ARE. LOVE TO ALL XXX 💖💖💖 Jonas pulls me into the house "now cupcake why dont we have a little chat"

She thought she heard herself screaming, but that was a thought that her consciousness did not register. Her head was heating, and the sweat that streamed from her body was like a pool. Uche was laughing now, and the triumph in his eyes only dug the anger that Ejima had harbored for the past twenty years. "No, this is not happening,"