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’ She said, cracking a smirk. “Who are you?” Tobias said from his seat. His hands clench the edge of the table, causing small cracks. When I see Ricardo fidget in his seat, his eyes as wide as the moon as he is looking between Tobias and Monica. I fight the urge to growl out at them both.. But something is going on here. “My name is Monica. Monica Rodri…” Before she can finish introducing herself, I hear Ricardo… “No fucking way…” He said in a gasp.

she repeated her question, how does she know this guy? " I'm afraid I'm not here for your baby doll, I'm here for business"

"Perfect. She. I don't know what I'd do without you, Chey." "Probably get lost, or abducted. Maybe fight another thief." "I can assure you, I will never be abducted. If I can hardly tolerate myself, I expect nobody else could either." They laugh at this and rise from the bench. Mira jostled her things about until she has a free arm. She stretches, back to me, and her shirts raises high enough to show the skin and curves of her waist. I nearly forgot about Jonah until he interrupted my view. "You followed me?" He accuses.

That's when I don't have to work and I can fit in better. 'Great. Come on, let's do the planning and then we'll see. You don't worry about anything.' I knew, independent of the rumors, that Monica was single. She was tired of going from flower to flower. And yet, she didn't want anything. I went home, continued studying with Kate, ate the first thing I got from the fridge for dinner. One day, another, another. Call from Harlan. 'Hello? You didn't call me,' I reproached him.

She scooted closer on the couch and pulled Bianca into a side hug, her arm draping over her friend's shoulders with affectionate familiarity. "Your happiness," Monica said simply, flashing her pearl white teeth. Then she brought her phone to Bianca's view, holding it steady so the screen was impossible to ignore. "I can't believe he did this. I literally can't believe it. Read it. Read it right now." Bianca sighed—a long, put-upon sound—but her curiosity got the better of her. She lazily turned her attention to the phone screen, her eyes tracking across the bold headlines splashed across every major news outlet.

says Matt. “Yeah! You look so happy! What’s going on?” said Sasha. “Why would I tell you?” said Clark. “You look so different, Clark! Is it wrong to ask?” Sasha said. Clark laughed. He merely looked at Gaby, who was busy looking at Belle’s phone. ‘This woman is so naive. She didn’t even notice my good mood.’ Clark thought. “Foundation day is near next week,” said Belle. “Oh yes! Our fans are thrilled again!” said Matt.

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

He tells her and she pulls him into a hug again. “Be safe” She calls to him as he walks out of the door, letting out a small smile as stares at him. I just couldn’t help but think how good it must feel to have a grandma lie Hilda. I should call Auntie Claudia some time. She is the only family I have right now. I let out a deep sigh before getting back to work.

“It’s fine, I have all the free time in the world until the very days leading up to Ethan‘s surgery. So you can invite me to as many galas you come across.” The door pushed open, and Monica walked in with a group of people behind her. “We are here for the most beautiful woman in all of Crimson Moon.” She said playfully to Elena, who just beamed at her with a wide smile. “Well, I’ll excuse you so you can make your own preparations. See you on the other side of perfection. I mean, not that you’re not already perfect.” I stammered. “Fuck.” She burst into a small laughter. “Just go, Horace. Just go.” She chided mockingly.

Other staff passing by noticed them and began to wonder; even though they didn't know who Monica was, from her classy and luxurious appearance, they understood the older woman was no ordinary person. "Lily, I'm heading home first," Dini excused herself, still standing near Lily. Lily nodded, then watched Dini's retreating back. She was now alone with Monica. "How are you?" Monica asked gently. Lily looked at Monica before answering shortly, "I'm good." "Sweetheart, why do you never reply to my messages?" Monica asked, her tone pleading. "You know? I miss you so much. I haven't had a shopping and strolling buddy since you started ignoring my messages."