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Carlos “Hey Carlos, you got 20 bucks I can borrow until tomorrow?” My friend Jason’s voice intruded into my thoughts and I looked up from the autobiography of a WWII pilot that I’d been reading in the library. It was Thursday so that meant he wanted to pay me back tomorrow.

It was distracting in the best possible way. “Now, there is something that I don't understand,” Jace said after a moment. “Not to brag, but I'm kind of a big deal. My picture is everywhere. How did you not recognize me as Xavier Connor, billionaire CEO?” “Honestly?” Ella bit her lip. “Terrible internet.” “Terrible internet?” “I'm not supposed to use the hotel's internet since it's for guests. So, I use the free wifi that comes in from next door. It's terrible,” Ella explained. “It's a lot faster to load everything without pictures.”

Because twenty minutes earlier, while Rafael was still recovering on the couch, I had opened the Concierge app and placed a new order: Second companion. Tall. Heavily built. Tattooed. Rough and nasty. High stamina. No limits. I wanted to be greedy tonight. I had barely finished my second lobster tail when the knock came. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. “Answer the door,” I told Rafael, licking butter from my fingers.

I sighed sadly for my poor self and short height and my malnourished body. "So like what do you do for work?" I asked, trying to change the subject. As I asked this question, I noticed both of them tensed and looked at each other, like they were communicating with their eyes. After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, Raul cleared his throat, looked at me, and said, "Well darling, we own a chain of clubs, restaurants, hotels, and the largest companies in the world." Ok, I must admit that's cool. I mean, I knew the moment they told me they owned a private jet that they were loaded. But that just proves my point even more. "That's nice; you must be proud of your achievements." I said shyly,

Lily asked. "We obviously couldn't get a customized cake in such a short time so we've sent Martin to get a ready-made one." Lily nodded and continued playing with Eyana. I admired my little girl as she jumped in the crib. She was just like Crystal– a carbon copy, in fact. The same chubby cheeks with lickable dimples. The curly brown hair that was currently graced with a tiara. The only trait of mine in her was her blue eyes. Except they were a hundred times more beautiful and deep. My heart swelled with love looking at her.

"Liaison work. Regular visits. You're not fooling anyone. You're using pack business to get your hands on something that isn't yours." "She was never yours to begin with," Jaxton says. "You made that clear yourself, in front of two hundred witnesses, three days ago." "That doesn't give you the right to swoop in and claim what's left." "I'm not claiming anything. I'm asking her pack for cooperation that benefits both our territories." Jaxton's tone stays maddeningly calm, and I can see it cost him nothing to say it, which somehow makes Dean angrier than if he'd shouted back. "If that bothers you, maybe examine why it bothers you so much, given you're the one who threw her away."

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“What caused this noise pollution, Kaylah?” Kaylah stutters, pointing her finger at me. “Loraine wants to pay all juniors a bonus, one month salary. From her personal account, Aziel, can you imagine? Today as well. This miser who hasn't touched that account in three years and never gives anything away for free! Can you take her temperature before she does something irreparable?”