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“Layla is not feeling well today. She wants us to gather the stuff needed for the farm and our food supply.” “So I’m stuck with you all day… hmmp.” Of course Theodore didn’t want to spend time with her. Even though they had me in common, they still did not like each other. I was tempted to get up just to see the look on his face. I bet he looked like a little kid being told to take his sister with him. “Look Theodore, you can get the fruits for the farm, and I will get the food supply for here. Don’t forget she wants a variety of fruit to try new flavors besides strawberry and grape.”

I'd have to look some of it up to see what it was and if I could even do it. Lisa finally woke up, stretching. "What are you reading?" "Janet's list. I don't know what some of this even is. My books didn't talk about most of this. Mostly sex, bondage, and spankings if disobedient. She's much better prepared than I was." "Let me see." I handed it to her and she looked it over. "Yeah, I only recognize some of this because I read the Wikipedia article, but still don't know exactly what it is. What are you going to do about it?" She handed it back.

And then, of course, she wanted to know how it would feel to have him pound into her, filling her over and over again until they were both spent and exhausted. Beyond frustrated, Lisa got out of bed and pulled on her short silky robe. If she couldn’t sleep, then she was going to work. She stomped into her office and slumped down into her chair, bringing her computer to life. The publishers wanted something new. Well, she had just the thing - a Mason-shaped serial killer.

Chapter 31: Unspoken Truths Ken leaned back in his office chair, the soft aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the room. He had a cup in each hand, savoring the warmth as he scrolled through his phone. Today, he had dressed sharply, a sky-blue outfit complementing his calm but focused demeanor. The office was quiet, almost serene, until the door creaked open gently. Lisa stepped in, and the room seemed to brighten instantly. She was stunning, dressed in a pristine white gown that hugged her figure delicately. Her hair was styled neatly, and a light makeup accentuated her features without overwhelming them.

I was also stopped by his question, I immediately turned to Klyde who didn't speak Malay at all Lisa is right If Klyde really loves me, why didn't he admit it to me then, why did he kiss Betriz then and why did he agree to let me leave New York to sign our annulment paper? _______________ Aykafaye❤️❤️ ******* Vote Follow Comment

I inch back towards him slowly, not wanting to draw suspicion. I tried to think of why Klaus would want to talk to me, but I could think of none. Before you say what you want to say, allow me to apologize for what happened at breakfast yesterday. I want to say I'm sorry for taking your seat. I didn't want to, I swear it. I was perfectly fine with where I was sitting, but the Prime Alpha made me switch and-" I don't like you, Lisa. And that's going to be a problem for us. "

Chapter 48 Leah descended the staircase slowly, her heels clicking softly against the polished wooden steps. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, landed directly on Clarissa seated confidently in the living room. Clarissa’s posture was impeccable, her legs crossed, fingers idly drumming on the armrest of the sleek leather couch. The afternoon light streaming through the tall windows caught the sparkle of her gold bracelets, adding an aura of calculated elegance.

She held her chest and rubbed her palms against it. "Hmm, interesting." Lisa folded her arms and shifted back from the camera. She tied her hair with a band and braided the tip. "As a writer, I want to explain this to you. Would you like to listen to me?" "Stop being delusional. You are so lost in your world of fiction that you don't even know what's happening in the real world." Lena hissed, jerking her head, she threw her hands to the side. Lisa sighed, "Do you want to listen to me?" She frowned.

Strength left her body, and she thought she was going to run mad. At that bridge, everything replayed in her mind over and over. She had only come to this because of Claire, and her stubbornness. Needless to say, Lisa was now even more eager to get rid of Claire. She needed a plan, and fast. So she called the one person she could count on at that moment to give her a brilliant idea. Rose McLennie. ************

She said the word the way you'd say something distasteful you'd found on the bottom of a shoe. "That's my understanding." Lisa crossed the room slowly, taking her time, the way people do when they want you to register every second of their approach as deliberate. She stopped a few feet away, arms folded, studying me with an expression that was almost, almost curious. "I want to be clear about something," she said. "Whatever you think is happening here, whatever small kindnesses you've imagined, whatever significance you've attached to a car being sent or a door being held, it isn't what you think it is."