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“Just do your thing; what is your name, please? “Pardon my manners; I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Spicy, and I am the only makeup artist in New York who can add spice to your makeup glam. You can follow me on I*******m at @spicy_hott. I wanted to tell Spicy that I didn't have an I*******m account but then I decided to keep quiet because who doesn't have an I*******m account in the 21st century? Spicy was preparing his makeup items, and I was just looking around. I loved the space and how coordinated everything was. I wish I could have a room full of makeup items like this but that is literally impossible because of my kids. I'll just come back one day and find them coloring

"Oh my god, everyone is talking about you." Camilla hung up and sent me a link. When I tapped it open with trembling fingers, it felt as if all the blood in my body had frozen solid in an instant. The top ten trending topics were dominated entirely by terms such as "Perfect Aurora Esposito Exposed", "Donna Bianchi Uncensored HD", and "Donna Bianchi Secret Rendezvous with Male Escort". A video thumbnail seared itself into my eyes. In the footage, my hair was a mess, my cheeks flushed, and I was so drunk I could barely sit upright.

Beneath it was a bold headline. IS THE RICHEST GUY IN LOVE AGAIN? The anonymous caption read: Yesterday's rain didn't just soak the campus…it sparked a romance! Our mysterious ice prince was seen leaving with Sabastian after practice. Looks like someone has already melted his heart. Think this is just friendship? We don't.” Hundreds of reactions followed the caption. Thousands of views in few minutes the gossip was dropped. The comments kept flooding in. "I knew they looked good together!" "Didn't Sabastian call him sweetheart?"

"Oh no he didn't. I hope for your sake Luca that this is not true" The headline reads 'Moviestar Luca Levine caught with prostitutes', and despite promising myself to always trust him I can't stop myself from pressing the link. Immediately wishing I hadn't. There they are, pictures showing Luca in a hotel door, shirtless. Two cheap looking skanks leaving, smiling and waving at him. Apparently someone snapped pictures of them leaving his room after what is described as a long night. I shut off my phone, feeling my heart pound like it is going to break itself to pieces. He wouldn't do that ... he wouldn't do that ... I keep repeating the mantra in my head or I am sure I would go insane.

This was Public Display of Intimacy (PDI) on a level no one had ever seen from him. "Confidence looks good on you, M," Selima said, leaning in close. She was scrolling furiously on her phone. "But you might want to see this." "See what?" "The campus chat group," she said, tilting the screen toward me. "It's exploding. There are at least twenty different angles of you guys in the parking lot this morning. The 'Ice King' has officially melted, and the gossip mill is turning faster than a blender." I looked at a photo of us—Uriel’s hand on the back of my neck, my eyes closed in surrender. It looked perfect. It looked like the beginning of a fairy tale.

“This is not funny, Rory.” “No, it looks painful.” “Enough!” Coach snapped. The video froze on Jaxon’s face. It was angry and wild. It was certainly not the controlled captain the cameras loved. Lena folded her hands. “The man he hit is already giving interviews. The clip is everywhere. Sponsors are nervous.” “He was harassing someone,” Jaxon said quietly. Lena looked at him. “That part did not go viral.” “Of course it didn’t,” I muttered. Coach’s gaze swung to me. “And while we are discussing viral disasters, your interview from yesterday is also trending.”

" I looked back to face him. "I have money. More than anyone can imagine. I own a house in Italy, Birmingham, Sweden, New York, California, and in about a few days here. I sold my last one. So I don't want to hear what you have and what makes you rich. I want to know what separates you from half those other rich idiots out there." He was taken back. "You have a bad attitude which probably explains why you're here with that phony. You have nothing special that every other female here doesn't have. So maybe you should be telling me what's so great about you." I walked a few inches towards him so now we were eye to eye. "I am Sugar, that's what's great about me." It was like something clicked i

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Probably. He takes jam from the container and spreads a questionable amount on it. "How does that taste in your mouth?" I ask when he takes a bite. "Hmm?" "All that.... Sugar..." "Good." I shiver and shake my head. "I could never." "It tastes just like spice to you. You love spice don't you?" "Spice is way better than sugar."" "No it's not. Sugar is..." He exhales. "God!" I burst out laughing and I snort. My hands fly to my mouth and Alaric bursts out in full blown laughter.

"Josie, check the trending searches! Why does the sugar daddy exposed with Yasmin Beech look so much like Timothy?" My mind went blank the moment I checked the trending topics. It felt like something had exploded within me. "Breaking News! Rising Star Yasmin Beech Suspected of Having a Sugar Daddy to Help Her Climb the Ranks! Identity of Backer Still Unconfirmed! Stay Tuned!" The photo only showed a blurry figure from behind, but how could I not recognize my own husband? His right hand, which was always adorned with a rosary, was wrapped around Yasmin's slender waist as they entered a hotel together.