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I look to where she is pointing and see Matt and some guy I have never met before standing by Matt's Black SUV. "Hey, Babe," Matt said to Stacy as we walked over to where he was standing with his friend. "Hey, Matt," Stacy said. "This is my friend Trevor. Trevor, this is Jenn," Matt said. "Hello, beautiful. It's nice to meet you," Trevor said, looking me up and down and checking me out. For some reason, I didn't like the way he was looking at me. I felt like he was undressing me with his eyes, and I felt disgusted.

Wren kept urging the driver to go faster. By the time she rushed into the villa, she saw Matt, who was supposedly “cutting his wrists”, sitting at the table, livestreaming. When he saw her, he blinked smugly. “See? I told you.” She instinctively stepped out of the camera’s view, breathing hard. “What’s going on? Didn’t you say…” On her phone, Matt had sent dozens of messages, each claiming he had been driven to a mental breakdown and wanted to kill himself.

"We are just walking. But the angle is close and we are close and it is—" "Readable," I said. "Very readable," she said. "Where are they?" I said. "Give me a second," she said. More clicking. Then she read it out. Her voice stayed completely level. "Dante Sterling's mysterious new lover — is this the real reason Thorne Industries is crumbling?" I sat with that for a moment. "Well," I said. "Yes," she said. "Does it bother you?" I said. "No," she said. "Does it bother you?"

But if, in the next ten minutes, I don't find any of the two then I'm leaving this place, not to Ginevra's place again but just see if some stranger can be nice. Fifteen more minutes and I stand up, wiping the sweat drops away from my face. I'd never sit in the sun before, and for this long. I might just appreciate a cup of water from any stranger in this moment. But just as I'm about to walk away, a car stops by for once and starts blaring as if seeking for attention. I wait for the driver only for him to turn it to be neither of the two I've been expecting. But damn... This man is probably the hottest black man I've ever seen, with the bad boy strut. Pierced ears and nose. Heavily loaded n

Raina said. Matt stood there staring at her, he's never had feelings for anyone before and he felt Raina of all people should know that, it was a good thing none of them apart from Doyen was capable of reading minds, Raina could have found out that Matt had no single feelings for her aside from friendship

Tyler whispered out fearfully, "Yes, sir." Matt moaned softly as he asked, "Did she swallow your load, boy?" Tyler hesitated, but quickly replied, "I've had girls who did swallow and girls who didn't, sir." Matt's smile widened as he moaned out, "Well you will always swallow when you suck my hard cock, boy. Do you understand?" Tyler quickly but softly replied, "Yes, sir." Matt approvingly moaned out, "That's my good boy. Have you ever had any men contact you from onlyfans, boy?"

The door swung closed, finally leaving me alone in my dressing room after listening to Trista’s explanation of the auction procedures for the last time. I knew it by heart long before I was eligible for the auction. With a few minutes to spare, I opened my phone and searched for Matt Wallber again. His article on his pack’s website appeared first with his portrait. Handsome features with cold dark eyes and the slightest hint of a cynical condescension on his lips.

“No one’s ever done anything romantic for me. Not really, the people I meet usually want one thing, and I give it, but no one’s ever… stayed, or brought me flowers, or asked how my day was without wanting something after.” She laughed, but it sounded small. “So yeah. Still waiting on that one.” Noah stared at the screen for a long time after she ended the stream. Then he did something stupid. He made a burner account. **quietreader87** He sent her a DM on the platform she used for customs and fan messages. **quietreader87:** I saw your live tonight. I’m sorry no one’s ever brought you flowers. If I lived closer I would. You deserve someone who stays.

“Talking about that, I guess I already found the suitable photographer I need. I’ll hire someone named Leo and I’ll also need many fashion designers-” “How old is he?” “I don’t know. Probably around your age.” Stella scrolled down on her phone, looking for Leo’s profile. “Here he is.” Matt furrowed his eyebrows when he saw how handsome Leo was. “Ugly.” “What the hell, Matt? He is a really nice guy.” Before she could protest any further, she noticed how her husband acted. He focused his gaze on the road with an angry expression. “He is jealous.” She giggled. “You are my king.” She pinched his cheek.

“The-” She got cut off by the knock on the door of her office, just three light raps. Luna and Rita exchanged a look, Rita stood up to open the door to reveal Matt Rivers standing on the threshold. Matt was Luna’s personal driver and pilot. After five years of working for her, he was the only one Luna trusted enough to allow drive, or fly, her. And since he had adequate license in both, she felt safe with him. “Matt,” Rita said. “Come in.”