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“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

"What?"I asked I wanted to be sure of what she said "I want to know when we will start building and organizing the school" she asked "We'll start when mom and dad comes back from their trip" I said cheerfully "Why don't you start tomorrow" dad said "Yes Jake can help you st..." "No way" Jake and I said "See" I said looking at Jake "She'll start when you guys are back, well, you pay for the building and stuffs so.." He said and I strolled down to my seat and gulped down some food.

His hand rested over my stomach, tracing lazy circles. “I want to keep playing sometimes,” he murmured into my hair. “Keep the edge sharp. Keep the fantasy alive.” I smiled, sated and owned and stupidly happy. “Every anniversary,” I whispered. “And maybe… some random Tuesdays.” He laughed soft, warm, real. Then quieter: “And if we ever decide to add to the family… we’ll tell them the truth when they’re old enough. That their mother and father chose each other against the whole damn world. That the fantasy became real.”

She pleaded, fiddling with her fingers nervously. “Why? You're very beautiful and you've got great fashion sense. I still think this is your opportunity.” Karen tried to woo her, but she didn't budge. She walked out of Karen's office few minutes later, and Karen opened her laptop and started working. She knew owning a fashion magazine brand was a very big project that needed great financing so she decided to start small. She would start by launching twice a month that would cover only Los Angeles and California. She was hoping to get sponsors and investors that would help her expansion.

“Alright. Talk to me.” I stare at the ocean for a moment, then the words spill out before I overthink them. “I want to start anfashion house and a publishing firm.” Cassain turns his head. Aretha tilts her head. “Are you sure?” “I am" I say. Silence. Then Aretha blinks. “…Then let's get started.” Cassain frowns slightly. “Will you let me get involved even a little bit?" I nod. “No Cass. I’m tired of everything happening to me. I want something that’s mine. Something creative. Something that doesn’t revolve around mates, councils, kings, or accelerated children who quote statistics at me.”