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The numbers kept climbing. The kiss. Our kiss. It was everywhere. The Headline were still rolling out and it was crazy. The media had gone absolutely feral. “Fallon Callahan and Reid Callahan’s Sizzling Chemistry Steals the Spotlight!” “Inside the Billionaire Romance Everyone’s Obsessed With.” “When Business Meets Passion: Reid and Fallon’s Love Story Takes Center Stage.” I swallowed hard, my thumb freezing as I scrolled through picture after picture.

"I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!" Just like that, his lips crashed on mine and I tried my hands in defence to push him away. And he got more and more enraged. And pinned my arms above my head and kissed with more force. There was no love or passion… I felt only revenge. And through the kiss, he showed me how painful it would get until I tasted the blood. Just like that first kiss was stolen away by him…!

Gradually nodding their heads in affirmative, both women's eyes sparkled with hope as they shared tight hugs. To avoid tears rolling down her cheeks , Amy broke the silence and hug. "I am looking to buy some novels". "What type of novel would you like my lady?" With her right hand slightly supporting her jaw Amy's mind pondered on a better choice of book. Squinting her eyes, "I really don't know yet. All I know is that I do not want to read romance novels anymore", she stated. "They are pathetic!" Amy chuckled. "Oh dear! I sometimes feel same too. Would you want to try horror stories?"

The two embraced again, oblivious to the rest of the world. Still smiling, Hammond passed the dining room in that wing and decided to take a break. He opened the door and said: — Hi, do you have a cup of coffee...? But he immediately spoke up and slammed the door shut. There was a couple kissing inside. Chang and Chris. The old man knew everything that was going on at the hospital, so he knew that the two young people liked each other and that they were fighting. So he was glad to see them together again. "Why, lo and behold... looks like love is in the air!" he said to himself, smiling down the hall.

I stroke her arm, from elbow to wrist, again and again. — I'll never forget tonight, she says. — Me neither. — Even in a hundred years. — In a hundred years, I'll be dead. — Then I'll remember for both of us. I laugh softly. — You're romantic. — So are you, you know. — No. I'm pragmatic. — You're romantic. You hide it, but you are. — Maybe. — Definitely. The hotel appears. Magnificent, illuminated, majestic. Its windows shine like benevolent eyes. Its marbles gleam under the moon.

The story broke at 8:17 a.m. Alex was pouring coffee in Julian’s kitchen when his phone lit up like a slot machine. “Harrington Heir in Gay Affair with Wife’s Therapist.” The headline was everywhere—business blogs first, then the gossip sites, then the morning shows. Someone had leaked the photos. Sophia hadn’t wasted a second. Julian walked in wearing only boxers, hair still wet from the shower. He looked at the screen over Alex’s shoulder and let out a low breath. “Well. She works fast.”

Chapter 7: Rumors and Rage The rumors started on a Thursday. By Friday night, they were everywhere. I was scrolling on my phone in the kitchen while Ryder cooked steak (shirtless, of course, because the man was a walking distraction), when the notifications exploded. Some hockey gossip account had posted side-by-side photos: Ryder and me leaving the same hotel weeks ago, then entering our shared apartment building together. Another blurry shot from the rooftop party where his hand was clearly on my ass.

My hips jerked and heat flooded my face. “Javier…” I moaned out his name, half plea, half warning. He didn’t stop. Those fingers stroked me with precision, steady and deep. The pressure built fast, that familiar heavy ache swelling inside me like a tide. I couldn’t hold back. My thighs started trembling and just then… it crashed through me without mercy. A hot rush surged out between my legs, soaking his hand, splattering loudly onto the sheets beneath me. I felt every pulse–it was uncontrollable and endless.

I covered the desk while she went to the bar, got herself a drink, and returned. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered when she came back. “She’s properly tugging him! I feel a little horny myself after seeing that. You Brits really need to stay out of the sun—it turns you into dogs on heat.” “Let’s both keep an eye on what’s going on,” I suggested. “Give me your phone number so we can message each other.” She shook her head with a smirk. “Lame. If you want my number, just ask.” I grinned. “Nina, can I have your number?”

I growled as I aggressively rubbed my suddenly charged core to his bulging one to extinguish the flames of my burning libido. I could do anything to devour up my mate right now ! Guess I am going through heat. fvck ! “Do you know how much the scent of your slick is spurring us on and maddening us,” Aira too growled while latching herself behind Chester and chasing her own delicious friction to calm her heated up mound. Great ! Now both- Aira and I were going through heat !! That little, s*xy minx had triggered our heats with his ingenious gift. I guess this was going to be the s*xiest gift ever given in the Ancient Dating history of ‘Gift Showers’ !!