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She smirked faintly then uttered, “ Damn Shane, you need to be studied.“ I chuckled and stepped backwards, giving her the go ahead to go crazy like the queen she is. She stepped forward, one slow step at a time. The echo of her boots against the concrete floor made Rueben shake. He thrashed, nearly tipping the chair, as if hoping to vanish into the thin air.He even started crying—actual tears. Such a coward. Lovia knelt in front of him staring at him dead in the eyes. “You know,” she whispered, “I remember the exact cologne you wore that night. Even through the smoke.”

Mitsuhide said laughing. "What happens in three's?” they both turned to see the Princess's face behind them. "Hmm.? My love?” Mitsuhide asked. "What happens in three's?” she asked again. "Never mind then, cause everything does. "She also followed their eyes and had a huge smile appear on her face. "Guess that means your next Aaron." "When hell freezes over.” he replied "Well you can also use a dating site, I know of a good one. It's where I found love online after all.” she said as she smiled at him.

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🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

Gavin replied with a shrug. Leila finally found her voice. “You love me?” Gavin stepped closer to her, knelt in front of her chair like they were the only two people in the room. “Yes. I love you. And I do not care what it costs me.” It was ridiculous. It was the kind of scene that belonged in a badly written romantic movie but God help her, she was melting. Right then, she forgot all about Adele and the baby and their messed up life and all she could think of was Gavin Hasters proclaiming his love for her.

he asked, lifting one brow, clearly unconvinced. I sighed and looked away. "Because it wouldn't work. We'd get tired of each other in a week. And I know you, Jim. You say you love me, but is it really me you love? Or the money and connections I bring with every campaign, every shoot?" His face fell, the corners of his lips twitching downward. "That's a cruel thing to say, Julliane. I really do love you, you know." "I believe you—partly," I admitted. "But your kind of love feels more like possession. Like keeping your most valuable asset close. That's not the kind of love I want. It's not the kind I deserve."

She was in the middle of it when the phone rang, she turned off the stove and hurried to answer it: -Well. Someone answered on the other end, it was a woman's voice. -Mrs. Raquel. -Who is this? -My name doesn't matter, the important thing is that you know that the one who is talking to you is your husband's lover, yes, yes I am your husband's lover, I am a secretary in the company where he works and I am only talking to you so that you know it and leave him, you know, he is only with you for pity and because a piece of paper unites them, but you know, that's not important to me, I love him and he loves me, you see, your beauty and elegance are useless, that's what they say about you here, be

into his mouth, the cheese powder staying in his finger then it licks its one by one, his eyes never leaving The volleyball game on the television. "When you met your meet, how.....how does it feel?"he asks me. "I don't really know how to describe it,"I said. It's true. I don't even know how to put it into words, all I know is that Rebecca Thompson is my mate and no one else. I guess I could use the romantic statements, or what, found in most romance books. : Sing the love of your life is going

“OnStar?” His face cleared to eerie calmness and I wasn’t sure if that tidbit upset him more, so I looked away. His hands cradled my face and he tipped my head up, his lips melding to mine. With a moan, I opened for him. His tongue swept in and submitted control to him. He sat me on the couch and I realized I hadn’t even felt him move. He knelt in front of me as I leaned back into the couch. Fingertips glided up my thighs, sliding my sundress up as they went. Gripping my hips, he pulled me to the edge of the couch and grinded against my core. He gripped the back of his shirt at the neck and pulled it over his head. Good lord. My eyes darted all over him, unable to decide where look first. I