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As soon as the bedroom door opened, Cheryl immediately turned around and looked at Rafael, who was standing behind her. "You can't make me sleep here, can you?" she asked with wary eyes. “Did I book another room? This is all that remains, princess.” Rafael smiled. Briefly, he still had time to cast a mocking glance when he saw Cheryl's pale face, who was staring in fear. The attic room was very narrow, very very thin. The area is less than half of the bathroom in the mansion. Even the mattress is only as large as the dressing table. No, Cheryl wouldn't be able to sleep there.

@iiiidlk Stay away from our President bitch secretary! @ Hannah lewis, While it is not uncommon, office affairs are often fraught with complexities. As an employer, it caused me a lot of grief. I have to make unpleasant decisions to break up a love triangle and see valuable employees leave because of scandals. Unwanted pregnancy is a nasty side-effect of this affair. @marcocoabenojar Technically, the man is a bachelor, and the woman is widowed. If they engaged in a consensual affair, what is there to fuss about?

I am a little surprised when I find the small book I was reading that had nothing to do with how things were run or how one is to act when living the Royal life. I re-read the last few pages that describe an intimate scene between two human lovers and wonder again if the Master will want me to do any of the things described in there. I then read on a few more chapters coming to another scene. This one described even more different ways for a female to pleasure a male and for a male to pleasure a female. When I hear the door, I quickly close the book and move over to the door leading to my cell. I slip inside and wait to see who it is. I relax a little when I hear Ali's soft voice.

Her boss Cindy Montreal is a classy and sophisticated lady but sometimes she is childish and plans evil things for her enemy. Cindy Montreal is a famous author under the pen name of aphrodisiacs. She is writing hot steamy romance but she is known for her thrilling stories that are full of killing. And she is also the heir of her mother's hotels and lands as the only daughter of her parents. " Madam. What do you want me to do when we get there?" Herriot asked. Cindy just smiled at Herriot as she put her index finger on her lips as she was signing Herriot to quiet.

Talon left me at a door and I went in, it was a beautiful big study with a large desk in the middle of the room, the walls were constructed of large book shelves. After waiting for five minutes with no sign of Talon, I went over to the desk, my curiosity getting the better of me. Opening and closing draws I looked through the papers, finding nothing of interest, until the last draw. There was a hidden compartment. I battled for a few seconds before I managed to get it open. Pulling out the file I opened it, seeing numerous pictures of different woman, each accompanied by information on them. And then my heart dropped. Right at the end of it was a price.

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.

"Why are you telling me this now?" "Because I read your book. Because I saw the articles. Because everyone is talking about the affair, about the scandal, about the father and son and the woman who came between them." She let out a breath that was almost a laugh. "But nobody is talking about the drugs. Nobody is talking about the fact that your father-in-law was sedating his own son so he could sleep with his wife. That's not an affair. That's a crime."

Third-Person POV Ignoring Billy's screams, Monica snapped his thumb—the one wearing the ring—then carefully pocketed the ring. "Who do you think you are to wear my husband's stuff?" That very night, Billy was kicked out of the hotel. … Julian's POV When my parents found out I'd been working part-time in the kitchen, that my hands were covered in injuries, and that I'd also lost the job, they felt so sorry for me that they started tearing up.

“This one’s not just about desire. It’s about power… and what people let happen when they’re caught inside it.” He went quiet for a moment, eyes still fixed on the page. “And that’s a dangerous game.” Adam closed the book halfway again, but this time there was no hesitation in him, just focus. “Whoever wrote this…” he murmured, “they’ve seen some real shit.” A faint, serious look settled on his face now. “Or lived it.” He picked the book back up properly. “Alright…” he said, more to himself than anything else. “Let’s see how deep this goes.”

There was something dangerously beautiful about being wanted in plain sight. Talia had lived her life in well-tailored clothes and carefully crafted smiles, always polished, always predictable. But now, she wore lust like a second skin. It hummed beneath her surface when Cameron entered a room. It buzzed in her veins when his fingers brushed hers while passing a file. It burned down her spine when she caught him watching her lips while she spoke to her husband. Their secret affair had grown bolder, unrestrained, and recklessly hungry. They fucked wherever they could. In the garage. In her bathroom with the water still running. Against the wall outside Richard’s study while he talked numbers