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A fraud. "I will be there in five fucking minutes. All of the fucking boards should be there before I came!" I shouted and didn't wait for her fucking reply. Fuck this month. How could that fucking stupid participant gave that fucking suggestions yet she doesn't even bother to make it successful. She doesn't bother to make a move. I decided to open the radio, thinking that it could help me to calm down but no. It helps me to get irritated even more. "We were here again to continue this news about Mr. Saicki Disero." I heard and being curious about what the news all about. "Is it true that Mr. Disero the most famous business man in this whole worldwide shouted and called you some foul words?"

And because I'm a straight man. Yeah, we're really back to that? A laugh bursts out of me, filled with mirth. "Sure, and I'm the first man to land on the moon." "What are you saying?" He gives me a look that's a mix between perplexed and annoyed. My brows furrow. "Wait, don't tell me you actually believe that bull shit? You? Straight? Come on, Christian." His frown deepens, and then he closes his eyes, but forces them back open. "No matter what I am, the truth remains that I don't want you." He says again.

The other man's face was already badly bruised and swollen, yet he continued to bellow some sort of manic tirade. "That chick you were just talking to on the phone? A couple of years ago, when I was in university, she was a regular in my bed! She's the campus bicycle, everyone's taken her for a ride, and foreigners are her type! Killing me won't change the truth! I've got a bunch of her photos right here on my phone! Hey, you wanna watch a video together?!" With a shaking hand, the heckler offered up his phone. Joseph's face flushed bright red, veins throbbing in his forehead.

“He’s not who he claims to be.” “What do you mean?” “He changed his name three years ago. His real name? Kellan Vire. Former Gamma of Mason’s old pack before it shattered.” Ronan cursed under his breath, and tension crackled in the air. “He's been here for two weeks,” Liam interjected. “No signs of contact—” “Because he didn’t need to make contact,” Alexandra cut in sharply. “He was the contact.” Ronan's voice turned cold. “Where is he now?”

In surprise. For the first time since I entered the room, something genuine flickers in his eyes. “You won’t,” he says. The sirens are right outside now. Boots in the stairwell. Voices shouting. “I won’t let you rebuild,” I say. He laughs. “You think prison stops men like me?” “No.” I step closer. Close enough that I can see the fine tremor in his jaw now. “This does.” The shot is clean. One round. Temple.

"But then again, looking at his personality everything makes sense. Yet, not enough to not at least fuck around once in a while. I can't believe that. That guy's lying." "Marila," Bennie called. "His behavior's nasty quite alright but his great body build and gorgeous face should be enough for him to have women woo him even with that ugly, mighty ego of his." "Marila," Eloïse called. "But come to think of it. There's a twenty-seven-year-old male virgin graciously parading the streets of New York like there ain't women in it. Shouldn't 911 intervene? Like, we ne--" "Marila!" Bennie and Eloïse coincidentally called in unison.

“I don’t believe Mark had any feelings for me at any time. He’s a self-centered pig,” “He did come over to congratulate you on your book sale,” Karen played devil’s advocate. “He seduced me and got laid. He’s a self-centered horny pig who conveniently forgot to tell me he had a wife and son,” “That would make him a lying, cheating, self-centered, horny pig,” Karen laughed. “But he did bring you the files this morning,” “Worthless information. His sole motive was to flaunt the newspaper headline proclaiming him the next Clarence Darrow,”

He laughed instead. “There are some crazy rumors about me out there,” he said, mirth written all over his extremely handsome face. The man had the most beautiful masculine face I had ever seen. Those pink lips looked like they were begging to be kissed. I swallowed when I realized what staring at him was doing to me. “I’m not surprised that you’ve heard them. But no, I'm not a killer. I’ve never killed anyone.” For some reason, I was tempted to believe him. I wanted to laugh at myself. “I don’t think any killer would admit it on the first date. of course all of them would try to deny it.”

Emilio asked, voice thin with disbelief. “I didn’t know who he was at the time.” “He’s literally the face of every Forbes spread in the tri-state area. He’s got his own cologne.” “He wasn’t wearing it.” “I cannot believe you.” “I didn’t do it on purpose.” Emilio paced in a wide, angry circle. “Do you realize what this means? You’re about to walk into Wolfe Enterprises as a fake heiress and seduce intel out of the man who literally owns it—and also maybe still has your underwear?”