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"See what I mean?" Suddenly Abbie's hand closed over mine as it slipped into the top of Taylor's waistband, index finger sliding down her crack. "Mr. Canon," she said gently. Like that, she'd dropped her beef with her sister. Now Abbie was the mediator, trying to pull me back before I ripped Taylor's clothes off and our fantasy was lost in the weeds. Atta girl, first rate fantasy slut all the way. "I think Taylor was only wearing those because it helps with her flexibility."

“Oh right, Dr. Yarde. I can see that Taylor is not a broad-minded person. You must watch out for him! “You’ve displayed your powerful abilities today, so Taylor will most certainly regard you as a huge drawback. “He is visiting Skyriv as the patrol of Eternalporium, which is why he doesn’t have the courage to deal with you given his current identity. “However, Channing is different. Moreover, Ms. Wolfenden is bound by an unknown enmity with the Cadogans… “In view of Channing’s witless mind, perhaps he might be used by Taylor. You will be in deep trouble if Taylor comes at you with the Cadogans’ power.” Kayson pondered for a moment before he asked soon afterward, “If I figure out a way to kil

Eden reasoned, “So how can we find out about that obviously Taylor is not going to talk, and that Kelly, forget about him, he would never say anything” “Then what if we use someone else that is close to Taylor” Ethan suggested, “Someone like who?” Eden and I chorused at the same time, he smiled and showed us a picture on his phone, “Isn't that Taylor's friend the cute one?” “That's him” Ethan smiled “Wait, how did you get his I* handle”

Noah responded with a triumphant smile, saying, "Ah, indeed. Allow me to introduce my girlfriend, Cassandra . Babe, meet my father, none other than Mr. Paul Taylor ." Polite and respectful, I extended a greeting to Mr. Paul Taylor , even offering a slight curtsy as a sign of respect. "Good afternoon, sir. It's an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance." Mr. Paul Taylor reciprocated the sentiment, stating, "The pleasure is mutual, my dear. Welcome to our spacious abode, shared with my delightful wife, Marilyn." Playfully, Marilyn interjected, "Oh, don't pay attention to his complaints about the size of the house. Deep down, he adores it." She playfully swatted her husband on the sho

Taylor’s eyes widened in recognition. “And what is happening here?” Will asked, stepping up to the group. Taylor let out a small gasp of surprise. “I know who you are. You are Williams Jones, son of Mr. Lazarus Jones.” She quickly extended her hand. “Taylor McCarthy. I’m a huge fan.” Will shook her hand with a polite smile. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Taylor McCarthy.” Taylor shook her head, showing her fingers, laughing nervously. “Not married yet. Still a Miss.”

I wasn’t imagining anything too scandalous, just maybe him leaning over me in a button-down and tie, whispering things that definitely weren’t found in our overpriced textbook or numerous P*F files. “Mmhmm,” I hummed, sipping my iced coffee. “You’re drooling.” I snapped out of my fantasy and blinked at Taylor, who was giving me the kind of smirk only best friends know how to deliver. “I am not.” I countered but still wiped the sides of my lips just in case. “You were eye-fucking him so hard, I started blushing.” “Shut up,” I muttered. Taylor leaned closer, whispering, “I swear, he only looks this good when he knows you’re in the room.”

“So, Taylor, you’re in college, right? What are you taking?” Riley asked while waiting for their meal. “Yes, Mrs. King, I am studying Civil Engineering,” Taylor responded. “I can’t even look at a staircase without mentally calculating if it’s up to code.” Charles laughed. He said, “I can imagine.” “Taylor, you are a funny guy,” Riley commented. “Mrs. King, you should see me when I’m actually trying,” Taylor answered, leaning down and smirking. “The truth is, I have to be funny. The ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ slot was taken.”

Maybe that will make me forget her. As I unlocked the door.. I froze. Taylor stood inside, wearing lingerie. What the fuck? " Taylor! "

Jackson I shrug at Taylor. “Need more of the hard stuff?” Taylor shakes her head. A veil of sadness slides over her features. “I told him to get his ass in the shower before I could speak to him. I let him think it was to wash their scent from his skin.” Taylor’s blue eyes briefly connect with mine before looking away. “I really needed time to calm down and think.” She giggles to herself. “I made a list.” “You and your lists.” Kennedy laughs.

Taylor looked at us both happily. "Ohh.. You fell in love while drawing and sketching?" Taylor smirked at us. "Babe, that's their privacy." Christian said and Taylor pouted. "It's okay, Mr. Has- I mean Christian. We fell in love before that.. I guess.. maybe." I said and then turned to Clyde. "Kinda like that." Clyde chuckled. "Oh is it okay if I call you straight away if I need you to design something?" Taylor asked me. "Of course."