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If Rose insisted, it could be torn apart. Rose went back and forth in the bathroom, like it or not, and she had to ask Juna because only Juna said in this house, especially in the room. "Babe, open the clothes. I Can't open it by myself." Rose swallowed her saliva when she saw Juna just wrapped a towel around his waist with only his bare chest. Oh, this, the fresh breeze by the beach, even though she was afraid she enjoyed every muscle and curve that was printed on Juna's upper body. Oh, seeing Juna's naked body made Rose want to hug that bare chest. Is zhe perverted now?

Mason hung his head down once again. "Luna, it's okay. There's one thing I can do to fix this." I looked up at her. She had a questioning look on her face. "I, Alexandria Rivers, daughter to Beta Edward and Joyce Rivers, reject you, Mason Jackson, future Alpha of the Green Wood pack."

Julia said as she naturally moved forward and grabbed Rose's shopping cart. Rose was furious, and she gritted her teeth. Her eyes reflected intense disgust. "I knew it. Her reputation was definitely bought with Zac's money!" "Exactly. I wonder how much money he has spent on her," Julia chimed in. "You seem very concerned about Zac." Rose glanced at her. "You know how deep my feelings are for Zac. I don't want him to be deceived by Joey," Julia replied meekly. Rose turned away to pick out some ingredients, falling into deep thought.

Julia woke up slowly, her eyes fluttering open to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She blinked, feeling the warmth of the bed and the softness of the sheets against her skin. But something felt off. She shifted slightly, and that’s when the realization hit her: Caspian, last night, sex. Julia looked under the bedsheets swiftly and realized she was completely naked. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as last night’s memories rushed back like a flood.

Those were photos from the bar last night. Rose wondered who had taken them. She felt like her head was buzzing. "Dad, calm down. Don't let your anger affect your health. Rose probably wasn't thinking straight. "It's a good thing Nixon bought those photos. If not, when the photos get leaked to the public, it would affect the Celeste Jewels' share price." Kelly coaxed in a gentle tone, but she was gloating inside. Last night, she had asked Maya to take Rose to Nightfall Lounge. She also arranged a few strong men for Rose. She wanted to take photos of Rose making a fool out of herself in public.

“I don’t fucking care! I just got here, you should be taking me sightseeing, on dates, anything… I don’t do well locked up, Rosa!” I groaned heavily. God take me. I’d forgotten how clingy and outgoing Juliana was. Back in Boston, she slept by day and lived by night. She’s an influencer and likes to do outdoor content. “I’m sorry, I’ll be right out!” “Open the door,” she retorted. “What?” “Open up, I’ve got so much to tell you… remember Kade? The paperboy…” Did she really want to get in here and gossip while I’m naked?

"You're very beautiful and my camera likes you." "Is that so?" Juliana replied, continuing her routine as Krista lay down on her stomach to be able to shoot up at her. "Maybe you'd like to take pictures of my pussy?" she said with a laugh, making a joke as she stood over Krista, who rolled onto her back, and slowly slid down into a horizonal split, stopping when her pussy was just a foot over Krista's head, the sweat-stained material of her training leotard stretched tight, revealing her camel toe.

Chapter 24 JULIA I didn’t know what had possessed me to check my phone in the library that afternoon. I usually avoided it, especially when Terra had been around. But something told me… something whispered that today wouldn’t be normal. And I was right. A notification popped up from a site I didn’t recognize. Curiosity outweighed caution for a moment, and I clicked. The screen loaded, and my stomach dropped. There I was. Five pictures of me sprawled across the gym floor, bags scattered, arms scraped, face red with embarrassment. And above it, a title in bold, cruel letters: “Julia the Loser Club.”

Cassandre The shrill ringing of my phone pulls me from sleep like a slap. It’s still dark in the room, but the phone screen radiates like a nuclear alarm. I grunt, pull the blanket over my eyes, then, annoyed, sit up halfway to grab the phone. A flurry of notifications. Missed calls. Mentions. Group messages. Links. Screenshots. And that headline at the top of the homepage, framed in red like a terrorist alert: “ALEXANDRE LACROIX AND DANIEL ROZOV: A LOVERS' CLASH IN FRONT OF A PRIVATE RESTAURANT”

Rachel is lying naked on a bed, presumably her own, masturbating with a purple vibrator, as a woman moans through what is obviously a fake orgasm. My cock responds instantly as Rachel rubs the tip of the vibrator up and down against her pussy lips before slipping the entire length of it inside her pussy. Holy shit! I can't believe she has this unprotected video on her computer. It looks like she's alone, probably using the MacBook camera to record herself. For herself? For someone else? For uploading?