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Then, turning to me with a kind smile, he added, “Thankfully, Sabrina has good taste.” Aaron stared at me in disbelief. “No, this has to be a mistake.” He then turned to me with a hopeful look and asked, “Sabrina, it's a mistake, isn't it? There’s been some kind of mix-up, right? You chose me that day, but somehow your grandpa got it wrong and chose Ethan, didn’t he?” I found it laughable. I looked at him coldly and replied, “No. From the very beginning, it was Ethan. If you think you're worthy of marrying me, dream on.”

Blood smeared against the cold, tiled floor as she gasped while trying to pull herself up. "You bitch!" Mason's voice roared above her, stripped of any trace of the gentlemanly mask he had worn earlier. His face was ferocious, like an enraged beast as he stomped forward, undoing his tie. "You ungrateful wench! You think you can just come here, drink my wine and embarrass me like this?!" She scrambled backward, her hands slipping against the blood and the spilled liquor. "I—I didn’t mean to! Let me go!" Her voice shook, filled with pain.

His deep voice purred, causing Mia to clench her thighs together in want. "And I can see you grew up well-" "Excuse me, do I know you? Have we met before?" Mia asked, cutting him short. The sense of familiarity she felt in his presence was increasing, minute by minute. "I can't believe you don't remember me, Mimi, but I can understand. It's been years" As soon as Mia heard the nickname, she grew suddenly cold. There was only one person who called her Mimi, and he had disappeared one day, without saying anything to her before he left.

As long as you are able to afford the expensive membership card and you are a regular customer, you already have a name in this exclusive gay club. I have a name here too. And this is my chessboard. The moment I saw the anonymous booking with the name, Moranorebel, I was a little confused. Can it be Brandon? No, can't probably be right? He doesn't know I frequent here and the type of vibe Brandon gives off doesn't include one that visits gay clubs with an Alias like this. Which means only one thing. Moranorebel. I laughed. Loud. That arrogant, conflicted, shame-drenched little hot shit.

Mia's POV**************** My full name is Mia Miloslava Pankraz, and I'm 27 years old. After 3 years of struggling, I finally landed the job I'd dreamed of at LiveStrong, a prestigious company. Living in Harburg, I'd gotten used to the cold stares and whispers that followed me in the streets. My mother, Mathilda, used to be my world. But after my father’s death, everything changed. She turned cold, filled with hatred, convinced that I was responsible.

Travis Maybe this was a bad idea hosting the game while Kaylee and her friends used the pool , I wish I didn't notice that a particular girl barley legal has on a thong bikini I also don't like the way the guys are looking at her ,or how I am looking at her as she laughs with a boy I don't recognise is he her boyfriend?. "I don't remember high school girls looking like that while i was in high school " Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for.

“Aren’t you doing a story on their latest launch?” “What?” Dianna asked, her eyes going wide as she turned to look at Jack. “Who are you and who do you work for?” Her eyes narrowed on Jack like he was an industrial spy trying to extract top-secret data on her and the company she worked for. “Jack Daniels,” he spat. “I work for The Playbook. We all do.” “Not me,” Mia said and Liam grinned. “Not anymore, at least.” She stepped out from behind Liam and reached out to Dianna. “Hi, I’m Mia.”

she said. She held my hand and pulled me to a seat. I did not know why she did not look like an enemy at all. “Who are you?“ I asked. Ever since I became close to Tony, I had never seen any lady in his house. This was the first time, and just when we were almost engaged. The girl hesitated for a second. “My name is Mari,” she said and looked at me. “You must be Mia…” “Mari…” I was about to ask her how she knew me when I heard Tony's voice from behind us.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB Interior, The Kandid Bar and Grill, Kanid, Iowa. By the time Rooster walked inside, he could see the tension had already been palpable with the way Brick stood face-to-face with the leader of the other gang of human bikers known throughout their territory as Badgers. The original idea behind the group was the Honey Badger, but the prospect of adding "Honey" to a logo wasn't too intimidating so Badgers M.C. was as close as they got. Brick had a rather peculiar history with the leader of the gang, Ken Marshal as both served in Iraq and on the same unit, but never truly got along unless they needed to watch each other's back d