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", Fiona said, as she sat on her bed. Sandra saw the enkindled fire of love in Fiona's eyes, she hissed as she could not even fathom how Khalids' reaction would be, when he finds out someone like Fiona is head over heels for him. It would be so outrageous for Fiona, he would be so mad at her. Sandra wished he could have the same feelings for Fiona. ******* Sandra's case was a different one altogether, at least Fiona's case is better than hers. Sandra's parents basically sold her out, when they could not even manage to eat once a day, they had sold her out to the brothel house under MAMA. That was the first time Sandra ever knew that there was actually a brothel in Noir Lounge and Club.

she continued in a low voice as if she didn't want to say it. Bammie sighed once again before straightening on her seat and held Sandra's hands, "Sandra, have you ever think that Carmina could possibly be the girlfriend?" she asked slowly. Careful that she might hurt her in some ways. Sandra sighed in response whilst her brows were knitted deeply. She honestly didn't think of the possibility that Sebastian might have a girlfriend, since her priority was just to get his attention. She's been selfish and too dense that it never even comes to her mind that Carmina could be the one everytime she shows up in his studio.

Shadow raised her head to smell it, her big brown eyes curious, but upon finding it to be nothing other than frustrating ideas, she resettled. It had seemed so easy at first glance. Audrey and Ray had fallen in love once; I knew they could do it again. I had buzzed through my shift, sprinted home, and hopped on the computer for research. Fast forward two hours and I had no results. Everything I found was either too complex or too reminiscent of “The Parent Trap”. I had no idea how to get these two people to fall in love, let alone how to get them in the same room. My balloon of hope and excitement was quickly deflating, reality a slow leak sinking it. My phone chimed, and the noise startled

He bends down, batting my hand from my nipple before replacing it with his mouth. “Mine!” he growls along my skin before he sucks my nipple into his mouth. My eyes roll back in my head at the feeling of his cock inside of me and his mouth on my breast, along with his possessiveness. I feel the bed dip beside my head as Sandra comes to kneel next to me. I’m raised on several pillows, so she doesn’t have to bend down far as she takes my lips with hers. Her tongue entwines with mine and it feels glorious. I reach a hand to tangle in her hair and the other to cup her breast. She moans into my mouth, the sound making me wetter for Liam.

"Uhm...seeing as we're already on the...uh, topic at hand, I think that telling you guys-" "I believe you should have told us the moment he set his eyes on you, but carry on," I let out a tiny smile at my mom's remark. Sandra glared at her. "I...met someone," she began quietly. "His name is...Boraxip," she let out a smile of her own, one that was genuine and...full of life. "He is...a Professor at Howard University and...yeah," she shrugged. "That's all?" My mother asked Sandra. "No 'oh he treats me like a princess.' Girl, we know how you like that kind of lifesty-"

I asked her still shocked at the State she met me in. “Did you find another mate?” Sabrina asked he with a smile on her face. “Go to your room, you just returned from a long trip with mom.” Sabrina was not happy with my reply because she was obviously expecting gists from me. Sabrina has always disliked Sandra that's why Sandra’s disappearance was a good news to her and she's not aware of my growing feelings for Sandra. “I hope she's found sooner.” I muttered to myself and closed my eyes to think clearly.

Instead of driving anywhere expensive, we walk into a tiny independent bookstore tucked between a bakery and an old tailor's shop. The owner smiles the moment we enter. "Take your time." Sandra's eyes immediately light up. "I forgot how much I love bookstores." "I can tell." "You know what we should do?" "I'm already worried." "We each find the worst romance novel cover." "That's the competition?" "The loser buys dinner." "I accept." Ten minutes later, we meet beside the checkout counter. Sandra proudly holds up a novel featuring a shirtless pirate hugging a woman while lightning strikes behind them.

Marcus's reply was too quiet to hear, but footsteps approached the training room, and I barely had time to run my fingers through my sex-mussed hair before the door opened. Damon stood in the doorway, his expression cycling from surprise to confusion to something harder as he took in my flushed face, my rumpled clothes, the way Marcus had positioned himself between us. "Sandra?" Damon's eyes narrowed. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Marcus stepped forward, his posture protective in a way that made my heart clench even as I wanted to strangle him. "Sandra is my niece, she's been training with me for the past few days, her mother felt she needed more intensive instruction."

I’m done. Mrs. Grant opened her mouth to say more, but Sandra’s face stopped her. That look. The look of a woman who had been broken and rebuilt herself with her own hands. The room went quiet again. Only Daniel’s soft hiccups filled the air. Then a sound cut through the silence. Her phone. It buzzed Sandra glanced at the screen. The name lit up her heart before she could stop it. Ryan. She ignored the call. The first time. Let it ring. Let it die, she whispered to her self

They cherished every moment together, cherishing the spontaneity and thrill of their evolving romance. One afternoon, they found themselves in a quaint bookstore, surrounded by the scent of old books and the soft rustle of pages. Ryan picked up a book from the shelf and handed it to Sandra. "You might like this one," he said, his eyes twinkling with warmth. Sandra took the book, examining the cover with a smile. "You know me so well," she remarked. He chuckled, pulling her closer. "I'm trying my best." As they perused the shelves together, Sandra spotted a worn-out copy of her favorite childhood book. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately reached for it, her heart swelling with nostalgia.