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Ashton "I'm so sorry, honey. I already promised Freya that I'll come with her to the show. We're going to France tomorrow." Amanda, Mason's mom, said sadly. Fred asked her if she would go with him on a three-day vacation in Mayan Riviera Beach, I'm not sure of the name but that's what I heard from Fred. He said he wanted to go to the beach to relax but I don't get it, being in this huge and classy house is already relaxing but then I thought they've been living in this house for years already, I guess, so it's natural if they got bored of this house.

Nine busy months later... Willow's POV "Maddox! Come quick with your phone! Flynn might be walking," I holler in from the bedroom, putting my arms out to Flynn who is standing himself up with support from the bedframe. Mariella turns towards her brother and smiles, then quickly crawls over in her little pink sundress, climbing up right beside Flynn. "Oh- Oh! Mariellas walking too!" I clap in excitement and both of my babies giggle from my silly face and claps.

I stand up and both of them look at me as I slam my hands on the desk. “I will call you with the plan of action, if you don’t mind I am in the middle of something,” I say and Fred smirks as he looks at me and then locks eyes with Mara again who is looking more confused than anything else. “Sorry, it was a pleasure meeting you, Mara. Tatum will get you some tickets to come and watch us this weekend,” Fred says and Mara smiles looking at him. She looks like one of those puck bunnies that all they want is to sleep with him.

“The matter is in hand. Again, my apologies. While we are sorting out this problem, may I offer you a complimentary cocktail downstairs at the bar?” I quell a snappy reply. I don’t want a cocktail at the bar. I want my wedding night. Now. “Well, how long is it going to take?” Ben scowls. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir, we will complete the substitution as quickly as possible. The removers will be with us as soon as— Ah!” There’s a knocking sound at the door, and Nico brightens. “Here we are!” Six guys in white overalls troop into the room, and Nico addresses them in Greek. One guy lifts up the end of a bed and looks at it doubtfully. He says

“Deeper, Damien!” The black-haired girl screamed, her voice shattered across the room as her body arched against the edge of the billiard table. Her nails raked the green felt while her fifth climax tore through her in violent waves. She was loud. They often were. Damien Kael didn’t care for noise, but she had been limber and eager—and tonight, he’d needed someone who wouldn’t ask questions. She would come running, like they all did. His women came when he called. They always came. Not for love. Not even lust. But for the thrill. For the power he radiated. It wasn’t connection. It was routine.

"Strip," I froze after hearing what the devil himself said. I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid. How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this? I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me.

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

Freddy’s lips pulled downward into a frown, and he stopped wiping the counter. Fuck, Kim thought to herself. The last thing she needed was to get someone else involved in her pity party. What was the matter with her? With a look of confusion, Freddy watched Kim as he answered, “I would say that Brand looks at Mandy like Nate looks at you. Kim, why are you here at six on a Friday night? As much as I love talking to you,” he added quickly to assure her, “you haven’t closed out on a weeknight since before you were married.”

Zayden ordered one of his men. "So now the only step is to wake up the parrot lips?" Marcello enquired, gesturing towards Jakson, who remained unconscious. "Yes, and it's your responsibility; you made him unconscious," said Zayden. "...hm...yeah, alright." Marcel walked over to Jakson and splashed a bottle of mineral water in the man's face until he woke up and coughed. "Hey! Quickly tell me, where are Darius and Isabel?" asked Marcel, clutching Jakson's clothes.

she said suddenly. Well, it was true, apart from parties, we barely went to clubs since we came here. “Don’t worry, you might meet someone else. Even though I don’t want to see you with another man, I’ll let you off the hook tonight,” she said with a wink. At the venue, Jenna flashed her VIP card at the security, and they immediately let us in. The room pulsed with deafening music, bodies grinding against each other, some people were busy smoking while some other people were busy making out.