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she demanded to know. "I just… don't take this the wrong way, but I thought you looked really beautiful when you were crying, so I wanted to take a picture of you," I told her the truth. Marina's cheeks turned pink. I wasn't sure if it was because she was blushing or because she was angry at me. "Ugh! You are such a creep!" she exclaimed, then walked away. It looks like it was because she was angry. I began my walk to my first class, which was English Literature. But before I made it all the way, I stopped in my tracks.

he teased Marco's jaws tightened in anger. He clutched his pistol, his grip too firm on the object. “I assumed you must have given up on her, but it is clear you have not. God, I have never seen you so obsessed with a lady before.” Martin chirped in. Julia flashed him a dirty look before rolling her eyes. It was no use talking, she was better off silent. “I heard the bitch is pregnant for him.” Marco said as he turned to Martin. Then he returned to Donatello and asked, “Would you like me to do you a favor by removing that thing from her womb?”

"Billshit. Over time, you will become a company slave and shit.” Angel ignored her cousin's sarcasm and continued dancing to the music. She freed herself to do anything tonight. She even wore one of Ellena's sexy dresses that she had just brought from Las Vegas. The dress was thigh-length, had a deep V-neck and almost touched her navel. Underneath the dress she only wore a thin thong and something for her breast. It was definitely not a bra. She didn't wear it at all tonight. Ellena gave her a bra cup with tape to protect her precious assets. “Psst...”

Right then, she mostly worried that forcing Marcus to come with her had been a bad idea. At the moment, her eldest was talking with the woman next to him in an animated fashion. Her name was Angela, and she was obviously flirting a bit with him. It...it was disgusting, to be honest. She was at least in her mid-forties, and Marcus was 18! Granted, she was beautiful, with blonde hair, naturally tanned skin, and a svelte body that Melinda wished she had...but still, it felt very wrong to her.

Erico’s POV “She’s smart but can’t control her mouth.” I said looking at Angelo, one of our men. "But she is trained. She can fight." He replied looking at the laptop in front of him. "The big boss put this plan so you can gain the trust of Antonio Romano." Angelo said while accessing the cameras of Antonio's villa. "You have to go back down there." He said and I nodded. I went back to the banquet and saw her dancing with Raffaele's son. I approached them and when it was time to change I took her hand and danced with her. She couldn't keep quiet.

She was similar to the figure on the Laurens Vermeulen's drawing, but her facial features were a little bit different. - You know who I am, don't you?- the woman asked calmly, and contrary to what Esther saw in her dream, she was moving her lips while talking. - Yes... I mean, I think so.- replied Esther, looking at the female angel uncertainly.- You're Saraqael, one of the 'Scarlet Angels', right?- she added after a moment.

Elena frowned at the sheer amount, but I caught the flicker of admiration in her eyes. "Oh! My goodness, is that the ballerina?" An elderly woman cried as I opened the back door for Elena. "That’s the ballerina from the magazine!" Three older women with arms loaded with shopping bags gawked at her, and Elena turned red as a tomato. "Yes! She’s the Prima Ballerina of New York," another confirmed. They scuttled toward her, excitement spilling from them. Elena’s face was quickly obscured by a mask, and I couldn’t read her expressions anymore but I could feel the tension in the air. Their excitement drew a small crowd who watched in awe.

"I'm not the center of the show?" "You are, but it's not just you. Everyone will be the center of the show." "Is that really possible? They don't do that in movies." "It is," Ana said. "Kim and I danced together a lot and we were recognized as a pair, but that was before I ventured into business." "That's so cool, you never told me that you danced ballet." "This is news to me as well," Oliver said in mild surprise. Ana frowned at him. "Why do you look so surprised? Do I look like I can't do it?"

I wanted to get annoyed at the fact that they had both managed to step on my feet, that was like four times the pain that I would have gotten if one foot had done the work, but somehow they all managed to bump into me. Angelina looked flustered at first like she could not understand what was happening, but then at the end when she looked at me she had this look on her face like she already knew that I was the one and she was getting tired of seeing my face. I knew she was faking that. Over the past few days, Marco had been pushing me to get even with her for what she had done in breaking the vase, he always tried to instigate me in one way or another and he would tell me that I was forgettin

The day I'll have to kill him, the killer of my father. Currently, I've the opportunity to strike him but unfortunately, today is April 1st. I'll keep waiting until... My name is Angelina Trump, a sex maniac and a stripper. That's my profession. "Oh yeah, bring it on, call me slut. I love that. Harder!"