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This did not make her flinch a bit, Louisa rejected the offer immediately. He doubled the offer, she rejected still. It got him more interested in her, so he tripled it. To her he was going to offer her the huge sum of money, but Micah had other plans. She agreed to the tripled price,they had sex. It was more of a marathon sex. Micah had the stamina of two oxen and the inches of a horse. He was a man of pleasure and pain. He made it look like he was really going to make her work for that huge some of money. It was not protected,so that was how Roberts was born .

Mishka said. “I don’t know what to say!! I have said this before and saying this again today. I had spent some time with Christian when he came to India, and trust me, I have seen love for you in his eyes. He opened your house, cleaned every corner, and placed everything back in its place. He used to sleep in your room, holding your old photographs. Can you imagine a billionaire doing all this stuff for a woman he intends to use and that too when that woman is not around to witness?” Riya said while Mishka looked away.

:::::::SMUT ALERT:::::::::: "oh my god" Disha said and hugged him ... he kissed her forehead and said "today is our first night ,love... I am promising you my heart I will not leave you till I have my breaths..."... Disha smiled and said "I will never leave you Raj, you will always be my first love..." .. "Love, I want to make love with you today" Raj said and Disha's face became reddened and her cheeks became hot.. she nodded only and Raj kissed her lips.. they could feel the hotness inside each other.. Raj started to separate her jewelry from her body and started to unpin her sari... she gave her all the controls to him already... he undressed her and looked at her nude body.. her body was

She wants to stop him from taking the drug, but now she learns her lesson and she won't want to poke her nose in his matter. Today Sia is on holiday and Abhimanyu was not there. Abhimanyu went to buy drugs, this is the only reason he left his room otherwise he only stays in his room. After arranging her clothes in the cupboard, her gaze fell on Abhimanyu's clothes placed on the sofa. She was confused whether to touch his things or not, finally after thinking for a while she took his ironed clothes and put them in the cupboard. When she was going to close the door, her eyes went to the picture. She takes the picture and gets shocked. This is Abhimanyu's childhood picture. Then she remembers,

Aria's POV As I slowly woke up, I found myself wrapped in West's warm embrace, our bodies entwined in a gentle slumber. The sun was high outside, casting a golden glow over us, but West still slept peacefully, his chest rising and falling with soft snores. His hair fell across his forehead, and I couldn't resist gently brushing it back, revealing the sharp lines of his face. Up close, his features were even more breathtaking, the strong jawline, the soft curve of his lips. My heart swelled with affection as I gazed at him, feeling grateful that this powerful, captivating man was mine. I wished he could stay in this serene state forever, free from the worries that had been weighing him down.

I nodded and handed my phone to her. Her gaze stuck on my wallpaper, it was a picture of me and Agastya, kissing each other on the lips. She smirked. " I need my phone back, soon. " I snapped. "I will give it to you soon". She says and walks away. Everyone cheered as the pictures of Tara di and Vibhor projected on the large screen. Vibhor is quite a good guy. Elder brother of Surbhi's best friend. I just hope she gets all the happiness in her life.

He spun around to rest his forearms on the weight bench bar and saw India leaning in the doorway, gawking at him. No hello. No pleasantries. He tried to level his breathing and demanded, “How long have you been standin’ there?” “Long enough.” Goddamn, she looked good. She wore leggings the color of rich coffee and a floaty sheer pink tunic that hit her mid-thigh. No shoes. No makeup. No extra jewelry. No bra. “Tell me, do you always beat on that thing so hard?” “Only when I’ve had a lousy fuckin’ day.”

She heard voices but couldn't see them. Footsteps were heavy, tender and deliberate and continuous right on the other side of the wall. Her wrists ached bound against a coarse rope that bit raw into her skin, every twist and turn causing tear and wound right on her wrist. She struggled, the chair scraping faintly against concrete but the sound seemed to draw footsteps closer. The door creaked open, a tall and faceless shadow walked inside, with the black veil right over her face. The lady walked in slowly, wearing a long sleeve pushed carelessly up her arm, revealing the tattoo: a thin black needle threading through the skin, beneath it the scar.

Chapter Seven Adrian's POV In a moment, my past flashed past me, as I was staring at my ex girlfriend, who had just come through the door. Why did she have to just show up at that point? “Lucia?” I called out her name, just to be sure that my eyes and my mind weren't playing awful tricks on me. “What the hell are you doing here?” I queried angrily. “Seems like you've got another prey for your sexaholic acts on—”

I stayed seated on the couch and took my phone from my pocket when it vibrated. I frowned when I received an image message from Ambrosia. I opened it and cursed out loud when I saw the picture. She was wearing a see-through lace lingerie with an open crotch, clearly showing her pink, delicate core. I instantly grew hard and adjusted myself inside my slacks, my length straining to break free. This woman is really driving me crazy. She’s the only one who brings out my wild tendencies in bed. I guess I should thank my wife for leading me to her. My decision is final. After the annulment, I will make Ambrosia officially mine.