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He slapped his forehead; I mean, he did look as if he came from money, and I have no idea how I missed the wing tattoos on his neck, but yep, they were there. Okay, I see. This situation was like one of the movies where two people who like each other can't be with each other because two other people get in between. Well, good thing I've watched the movies, as I won't let it happen. Zain and Sienna will not separate us. “I think you should leave.” I suddenly said as Destiny called me. “Oh yeah, I am. Um, how does tomorrow work? I mean, this man is a pornstar; I imagine he has taught you some moves. I would really like to have them done to me.”

They come in holding up their hands. “We're not gonna hurt you. We're going to get the chains and collar off you. So just hang on for a moment.” He has an accent but not sure where from. “Where's Killian?” I hear the female ask. “He was making sure the other women got to the van.” The man in front of me says.

He may look annoyed, but honestly, it’s kind of hilarious to me. “Yongju, I am a man — a fully functioning male human being — even if I don’t have a visible Adam’s apple. Not every guy has one that shows, and in case you don’t know, some women actually have them too.” His tone is sharp, each word punctuated with emphasis, his eyes locked onto mine like he’s scolding a child.

That was until his heir, whoever it may be, came of age. I breathed a sigh of relief when we returned from our walkabout and there had been no strange reports. The last thing I needed right now was to have to call Sebastian and tell him that he had to come back from his super-secret male meeting. I knew that whatever it was, he was probably going to tell me when he got back, but it still irritated the living shit out of me that no matter how much our world evolved, some male wolves still considered the females of the species to be weaker! I burst out laughing out loud as I thought of a woman giving birth and how strong the males would be if they had to go through that kind of pain!

“It doesn’t.” He raised his chin, his sense of smell confirming what his hearing told him. He slowly turned his head, meeting the gaze of a uniformed human officer. The male had a gun pointed at him from the doorway but lowered it. He gripped the mic attached to his shoulder. “It’s not a prank,” the male stated to whoever was on the other end of it. He cocked his head, listening to the device in his ear. “Confirmed. I’m looking right at him. He is New Species.” He released the mic and slowly holstered his weapon. “Easy.” One palm extended, as if he wanted to hold Moon back if he attacked.

My mouth parted open but no words came out. “You know aside from The fact that your reputation is going to be tainted by the time this video streams viral on the internet, we would both benefit from this shit too. You’re obviously one of these sex starved ladies who just can’t keep their legs close and you’d make a pretty Good Fuck. I can give you all the pleasure you want in this life and you’re going to be the one running back to me.!” He said proudly and resumed his smoking when he kept his phone back. Damn if. Damn it. Damn it. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation right now. And With my student of all people?

“Caleb will present the details.” Caleb claps his hands once, the noise sharp and loud. “Alright,” he says, grinning like this is entertainment instead of what it actually is. “Let’s get this party started.” The screen changes and a face appears. A male, probably in his mid-forties, dressed in a clean-cut, expensive suit with a large, friendly smile on his face fills the screen. He’s the kind of man that most people would describe as friendly and approachable. The kind of man that people trust.

I approached a couple who were together to ask. "Miss, Mister! Excuse me. Have you seen a man wearing a white shirt and shorts with holes? He is white, has a piercing nose, has a killer smile, and..." Tact! He has all the characteristics of a handsome man. How can I explain his face, I can't say that that man is handsome. Ts "It's just that he's tall and he's English." I continued to describe it to Clive. fuck that boy! He said that he would not go far. Skin!

I commend him with a round of applause. "Don't make me blush, also women with curvy figures are my type and that's why I couldn't just let you go that night", he covers his faces with his palms before returning with a serious face. "You know that could be used as evidence against you", I tell him with a serious face. "See what I was saying about being my type, you're totally it", he continues. "Okay, I give up on your case." "Please don't", he coos then becomes serious again.

He had on just a pair of blue boxers and a former white but currently blood and sweat soaked singlet. "My, oh my, now, how should I go about my entry," I thought out loud with an unconscious and certainly spooky grin, sure Marcus wouldn't hear from the distance. "How about you play with him a little bit. He kept yelling that we'd pay for this because we had no idea who we're dealing with. He claimed to be 'one of the best and trusted employees of the powerful Antonio Leonardo Robles'," Arnold informed with a chuckle. "Unbelievable. He has the audacity to still stick with that tattle tale," Lauren mumbled in disgust.