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She is truly a goddess… I think to myself, admiring her beauty. I can understand why Alexander likes her, I acknowledge quietly to myself. I look away from her and concentrate on the poster, trying to push Via out of my thoughts. … Via I'd be lying if I said Mr. Everhart isn't attractive. We've been working on the posters for at least two hours already. The room is hot, so he unbuttoned one of his shirt buttons along the way. It did not solve my problems; in fact, it exacerbated them. I noticed a tattoo on his chest and immediately remembered seeing him shirtless last Saturday.

But as soon as I saw her face, I recognized her. Arielle Hunt. Only daughter of billionaire CEO Harrison Hunt of the Hunt Group. Fans praise her because of her voluptuous body and exceptional beauty. Interesting. I scrolled down. Photos loaded one after the other. Her at a five-star hotel lounge, laughing at something off-camera, head thrown back, completely unguarded. Next she posed in a beauty spa, eyes closed, head tilted back, at ease with herself in the way people were when comfort had always come naturally to them. In another photo she was standing proudly on a yacht somewhere sunny, smiling like the whole ocean belonged to her and she already knew it.

“Jamie, pause the fucking video.“ But he only smirked, tightening his grip on Alicia. “Kiss the floor if you want me to.“ His smirk widened, his palm hovering above her ass. “No, that's too easy. How about you make a video of you helping yourself off and upload it on the Internet.“ Alicia's expression changed. “Jamie.“ She whispered, reaching for his arm, but he shook his head. “What? The video would only be on the internet for a few minutes.“ He then turned to face me, his hazel eyes filled with hate, a feeling I'd never recognize. “Can you do it?“ Can I? Was that even a word? “You can't.“ He tapped his screen again, “Fine.“ He pushed Alicia slowly, turning to his sides and pointing at a pa

Vincent said, "The two women in the picture are my grandmother and Aunt Irene. Aliyah is exactly like Aunt Irene, isn't she?" The picture was likely taken when Irene was sixteen or seventeen. She looks so young, beautiful, and innocent. Aliyah's face resembles Irene's ninety-nine percent, except that their hair is a different color. Their auras are also slightly different because Irene seems to be honest and gentle, and Aliyah was trained as a hunter since childhood, so she is strong, challenging, and stubborn. After looking at this picture, I can't deny that Aliyah is indeed the daughter of Alpha Dominic and Luna Irene. I don't want to accept this fact.

“Well…” He just chuckled and scrolled on his phone, bringing up an article and showing his screen to me. It was a picture of Arian helping me out of the car and there was another of us coming out, when he had cracked a really bad and really old Italian joke that lit up my entire face with laughter. “Wow, they’re beautiful” I said and meant it, They really were. The heading read *“Billionaire Marchetti Spotted on a date, could put most eligible bachelor already be taken?” *

The game had only just begun, and Olivia Haye would soon learn what it meant to be desired by a man who always got what he wanted. A week later, Olivia received a letter, an invitation to discuss a potential commission for a private collector. The letter was formal, polite, but there was no mistaking in the signature at the bottom: Victor Husley, her first instinct was telling her to decline, nothing good could come out from associating with a man like him. Yet, the substantial f*e he offered for the commission was too high to ignore. With her father’s condition worsening and the bills piling up, she found herself with little choice.

“The hottest guy. Pick. Now.” My eyes darted wildly, hoping I would see Liam atleast. Liam was the guy I was considering to date. Not out of love but he was kind to me. Liam attended parties so I expected to see him around but didn’t. Instead, they landed on ‘him’ Jeremy Carter. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, dressed in dark jeans and a gray shirt that hugged his worked-out body. A beer in one hand, cigarette in the other. He wasn’t even part of the game. But he was watching. Bored. Smoldering. God-tier hot.

Slamming the door open to his office, Madam Rose ignored Gary who’s on a call, and informed with a rugged breathing, “Darling, let’s do your plan.” *** (IlRae company, the afternoon before celebration) “You’ve done a great job in ‘silencing’ Rupert Smith, Tam. For that I thank you.” Madam Rhea stated in a formal tone towards the person who’s standing in front of her work desk. Tamwukul Kheytuyek nodded politely to his master. With a deep voice and a humble tone, the African sniper responded to her praise, “I only did what is suitable for the young master’s safety.”

Jamie opened the car door. It was warm and cozy inside, but Yara's expression carried a hint of unease. After all, she was a sensitive person, and she could sense that Jamie's extraordinary enthusiasm tonight was all for that woman named Paityn. Yara had heard about the rumors between Jamie and Paityn before, but she had never paid them much mind. She believed her youth and beauty would keep her from being overshadowed by a woman in her thirties.

My hand down his pants. And then… Oh no. Oh no, no, no. “Maya… did I tell you I told him about the OnlyFans?” Silence on the line. Then: “You… you what? Told who? Anthonio? You told your stepdaddy you make money posting nudes online? Are you insane, Tiana?!”