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“Of course, if you’re talking about one of the women I slept with, I’ve been with almost a thousand women by now. I can’t remember every single one of their names!” “You can’t find your woman here.” “Why don’t I introduce you to a few venues so you can have some fun as well?” “At least show some proof if you’re looking for someone here!” the mistress shrieked while covering her face. “So many women are dying to sleep with Young Master Bauer every single day! How can he just name every single one of them for you?!” Clare scoffed. “You look for Young Master Bauer when your wife disappeared? You talk as if he actually kidnapped your wife!”

So, he set out to find the perfect woman for the job, feeling like he was casting a key character for a thrilling heist movie. As the city lights flickered around him, MC scoured every glamorous venue, searching for someone who was not only stunningly beautiful but also had the allure and cunning to play the role flawlessly. And then, just when he was beginning to worry, he found her. She was a vision of allure and charm, with a mesmerizing presence that commanded attention from everyone in the room. She exuded confidence and mystery, like a femme fatale from a classic spy movie. With her help, MC was sure they could lure the young master away from the Mariner's Club, making it look like a m

A mistress is trying to stand up for another mistress. "I've never said that I'm an honorable person, and please don't pretend like you're noble in front of me. I've seen enough disgusting things, but I've never seen a mistress who was kept in the dark standing up for someone else. Ms. Pearson, you've impressed me, but you have to know your capabilities if you're going to stand up for someone else. Instead of coming to me and embarrassing yourself, why don't you do your homework and come up with a plan to seduce Jackson?"

Angela wanted to drop down on her knees and service her mistress's pussy right in front of her mother. She wanted everyone to know how devoted she was to her mistress. Her mistress could have literally asked fro anything in this moment and received an affirmative answer from Angela. Angela made a similar point to remember to speak to Brenda tomorrow. She needed more information about her mistress's desires and needs. She wanted to know every detail of every sexual fantasy that her mistress had, so that she could bring them to fruition.

From the lady's look, I suspected that she was the mistress in charge, and so I followed behind Christine until I stood before the mistress. "And who might you be?" The mistress asked me as she tried to distance herself away from me. "I'm Layla..." I said with an excitement in my tone, smiling so broadly one would ask what was the cause of the ecstasy within me. "I want to serve here" I said to her I watched as the mistress looked at me, and then turned her gaze towards Christine who stood by her side, both of them looking so startled at the way I hit the nail on the head. "Is that so?" She asked me, looking at me from my head to my toe and also stretching her neck to see if she could have a

The man cut off the call, and suddenly the mistress burst out laughing that she almost stumbled on her stomach. "Two lovers gone! Awn!!" She giggled. She then sighed. "let's see how you can really get arrogant Angelo." *Flashback* The brothel was booming with music with different seductresses, men, prostitutes filled inside it. The surrounding was hue in colour with and a girl was seen in the middle flaunting all her assets. She was been praised by the men present, she was even every men dreams. Just for one night stand, they wanted from her.

My blood ran cold. I stared at George, who was holding Myra. Complicated emotions churned in my chest. "Was this done on purpose?" Had they deliberately provoked me just so I'd be caught on camera? "Rach, even if you can't stand seeing Georgie and me together, you shouldn't make a scene here. If you're upset, let's talk after the show. I'll apologize to you properly, okay?" Myra said softly. The live stream comments exploded. "What the hell? The real wife has to apologize to the mistress?"

“It’s one thing for me to make mistakes. But you” “Me?” she cut in, a faint edge in her tone. “I didn’t ask you to get a mistress, Damian. I even loved you enough to let you be,to let us all fun,Except for that slush fund disaster that day I couldn’t look past it then. But now? Now it’s in the past.” Her words hit him like cold water. Loved him enough… to allow him a mistress? His mind reeled at the paradox. He stared at her, trying to decipher whether she meant it or whether it was another of her clever manipulations.

“Show us some caught-in-the-act videos or something!” “Come on, show the proof! Otherwise, you’re just slandering her as a mistress. There are too many people these days throwing the mistress label around!” “Exactly! The girl looks so elegant and refined, doesn’t look like the type to be a mistress at all!” “Yes, yes! Mistresses usually have sharp, bitter faces, all scrappy-looking and shabby. How can someone so pretty, warm, and classy be a mistress...?”

It seemed they were out in the kitchen or the main corridor. Julian’s voice sounded entirely detached, cold, and formal as usual, while Victoria whined coyly, recounting her failed travel plans from the night before. Elena pulled the heavy duvet over her bare shoulders, curling her knees to her chest as a chaotic storm of emotions swirled within her. Julian is an absolute lunatic, she cursed silently. The man was a cold-blooded psychopath. How could he possibly act as though absolutely nothing had happened out there, while his mistress remained locked away in a secret room inside his own penthouse?