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Jennie said hopefully. Kelly thought about what Jennie was saying and sipped her tea. “I don’t know if you’re right, Jennie, but I do know this. I like the new me I’m becoming. I like being more daring and going for the things that I want. It started when I walked into Jack’s office and I want to keep it going.” She whooshed out a breath. “So, I’m just going to grab onto this year and enjoy it with Jack. If it goes further, that will be a bonus. If it doesn’t I’m going to have to get over it,” Kelly said with all the confidence she could muster… But she knew that getting over Jack Sutton just might kill her. *

“Ten.” I stepped out. Drake smiled. “Well, well. Look who finally grew a pair.” “Let them go,” I said, hands raised, walking toward him. “It’s me you want.” He stepped forward slowly, circling like a vulture. “Oh, Clarkson. You know what your problem is?” I didn’t answer. “You think you’re the hero in this story. But you’re not. You’re just a bad joke waiting to die.” I said nothing.

Hannah lamented. "Baby, God knows I'm tired of this Fame, yeah, it's good to some extent but right now it's killing me, I can't even poo in peace, but I promise you, I will find a way, okay." Clark said and kissed her hand. * *Night*

Ever since she got married and became Less available for chats and night outs, Kelly had not been herself. Cassandra could only pray and hope she found a man who would love her entirely as Frank loved her. She moved closer when her eyes met the worst possible scene ever. They were making out Kelly was half naked with her hands fighting the belt of Frank. While his mouth sucked her tits out of milk,

“God, Jo, you’re going to college, not a convent. Loosen the fuck up before you die alone with your cat.” “I don’t even have a cat,” I muttered. “Exactly my point,” she shot back, savage as ever. “You don’t have a cat, you don’t have a man, you don’t have a life. You just have… books.” The laughter stabbed deeper than I cared to admit. I gritted my teeth, clutching my cup again. “At least books don’t get drunk and embarrass themselves at parties.” Kelly clutched her pearls—if she’d been wearing any. “Oh my God. Ladies, did you hear that? Nerd Barbie grew claws.”

♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️ Clarkson took Eleanor to his room, and he made her sit gently on his king-sized bed. Eleanor was still bursting into tears, and Clarkson positioned his butt on his bed beside her. "Hey, stop weeping okay?" Clarkson patted her back but still, she wouldn't stop crying. "I can't, I just can't because it's all my fault!” Eleanor wept.

When I opened the main door I ran down the stairs , almost slipped but made it to my car. I had two phones so as soon as I put my key into the ignition my phone rang . I answered the call without looking . "Clara speaking." The person on the other end sounded calm. "Where are you going?" "To see Kat ..." "You heard the conversation ... I know or you wouldn't be running. Come back and let me explain. Kat and I happened a long time ago. It doesn't compare to what I found in you and what we have. Luke is sick... Mentally and he needs help .I knew something was up last week so I did some digging. I called Leo ... He's with him as we speak."

“Don’t you see, Ms. Lopez? You are the business… and Sandra is personal.” Jessica’s chest tightened, fury surging through her veins. Yet instead of lashing out, she could only gape at him, stunned by the weight of his words. Why did every sentence from his lips feel like an assault, each one a deliberate insult cutting straight to the core of her being? “Ah… since we’re already talking, I might as well tell you,” Clark continued smoothly. “Forget everything I said before. Bluestar will publish your books. I’ll accept every condition your office demands… in exchange for just one of mine-"

The bass thumped through the floor, a steady rhythm vibrating in Rachel’s bones. The air was heavy with sweat, perfume, and alcohol, the club crowded with bodies swaying under flashing neon lights. Streaks of blue and red cut through the darkness, casting everything in a chaotic glow. But none of it mattered. Not when he was standing in front of her. Kendrick. Rachel’s stomach churned, her body going rigid as old instincts kicked in. He hadn’t changed at all, that infuriating smirk, dark eyes gleaming with arrogance. Once, she had found that smirk charming. Once, she had convinced herself those eyes held something real. She knew better now. She knew exactly what lurked beneath.

Kelly brushed Olivia's forearm, "I'm sorry ... I don't mean to put things in your head, it's just that ... I'm going through this God awful divorce, it's not like you're going to go through the same thing, ... Declan is by far still much better than the rest of our husbands ... he still loves you, and that's the most important thing." Olivia forced a smile. She didn't know how to respond to that. "On a side note ... though ..." Kelly sipped on her wine again, almost blushing, "Do you think you can hook me up with that business partner of yours?" she giggled. Olivia's eyes widened. She almost choked on her soup. "Kelly?" Kelly laughed out loud, "Not in that way ... I was thinking ... I want t