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"Friends? Now we are friends? When you went behind me screwing the only man I have ever loved, weren't we friends? Weren't we friends when you didn't call or even text me, maybe to apologize? When I saw both of you that day, honestly I waited for you, I waited, I thought you were going to come after me, I thought you were going to be sorry, or maybe check to know if I am doing after your goddamn betrayal..." "He doesn't love you Lisa... he... he doesn't care about you. He..." "Shut the fuck up!!!" Lisa yelled angrily and Hannah immediately went quiet. She legs quivered and threatened to bring her to the ground. "Don't you think I know that? He doesn't love me, but I am madly in love with him

After taking my shower, I took a photo of my alluring reflection in the mirror and sent it to my online boyfriend, Howard Webb. I thought about it and decided to send him a suggestive message that read, "Look at my collarbone, sweetie. I accidentally bumped it against something. How annoying!" In the photo, my towel was the only thing covering my body since I'd just taken my bath. I purposely struck an enticing pose that seemed extremely seductive. It was what I was best at. When we were dating online, I'd always flirt with him to the point where he became flustered.

I pursed, run my hand through my hair and then let my eye gaze at the man I was happy for, the man that I had called father and loved. “Was this the reason you wanted me to stay away from Jeffery?” I furrowed my brow. “How did this all happen, I want to know everything and no more lies. Why the fuck am I her daughter? How am I not the daughter of the mother I know, tell me everything I need to know!” “Louisa was my first love, I met her in high school, but because of because of my rich background, I was forced to marry another lady which was the mother you knew.” He started narrating and I just listen in silence and tears.

as he hollers just a min, and she hits him just right and his vision blurs as he climaxes and he can feel her do the same. He pushes his forhead against hers softly and says I love you baby and she says always and stands up. He watches their time together run down her leg. She goes to grab a towel and he stands up grabbing it for her and while keeping her gaze he wipes her clean and kisses her I can't wait to get you outta here and home. But what about my date its our second one! He grabs her pulling her against him that's bullshit why are you with him you know you are mine! She pushes away from him well then you shouldn't have left and she pulls the door open just as he pulls up his pants

We spilled out, doors slamming, and he was on me before we hit the elevator. Back against the cold metal wall, his mouth crashed into mine—hard, demanding, tasting of gunpowder and triumph. His hands roamed, yanking at my tactical vest, fingers slipping under to graze bare skin. I arched into him, nails scraping his neck, pulling him closer as the elevator dinged upward. “Fuck, Lovia,” he muttered against my lips, teeth nipping my bottom one until I gasped. “You were lethal tonight. Watching you...”

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Liam was alone in the cell; the other inmates, disgusted by his case, wouldn’t hesitate to harm him. Liam frowned as he opened the envelope and saw its contents: a wedding invitation. Inside was a small note that read: "You think I didn’t know about you and Elizah? Come to my wedding with Julie if you dare, bastard."

My fingers were trembling. His weren’t. He laced them through mine. And we drove like that for miles, two fugitives with a shared breath and a growing bond stitched together by fear, fire, and the very thing neither of us dared to name yet— Hope. --- Author's Note Thank you so much for reading Chapter Nine of Until the Lie Loved Me! Things are heating up for Celeste, and the stakes are only going to climb from here. What did you think of the escape? The moment in the car? The growing tension between Celeste and the man she’s starting to trust?