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Alessia smiled. "I thought we agreed on a different name." Alessia chuckled as she plodded towards the kitchen and opened the fridge to get out some milk. "Not whilst we have company, Alessia." Alessia felt Damon arms wrap around her waist as Damon pressed a kiss to her neck. Alessia grinned as she twisted round and pressed a loving kiss on Damon lips. When they broke away Alessia noticed another woman standing awkwardly by the couch, holding a box of various sized vials and bottles, her Balck eyes looking very pointedly everywhere but at them. Damon gestured to the female with a wave of his hand. "Alessia, this is Milly, my new managers. Milly, this is Alessia as you know, my gorgeous wife

And that we needed to feed our bodies so we could climb back into bed and satiate our other hunger— for each other. The few times we had ventured outside the bedroom I had found Anastasia and Mila cuddled up together. Anastasia was a mafia kid, so she knew and understood more than she should for her age. But then sixteen wasn’t that young, considering she was already betrothed. I had seen her and Mila whispering about something, mostly it was Sia who would give me a narrow eyed glare and then say something snarky to Mila who’d just shake her head, or her face would turn red. I especially liked when her face turns red. She looked beautiful like that. It was the same when she came down from th

Mila stepped forward, leaning closer to her microphone. Her voice was warm, confident, and perfectly professional, completely commanding the room. "My name is Mila Santiago," she stated proudly. "Up until an hour ago, I was a junior sports agent at Prime Sports Agency. And yes, the photograph that is about to be leaked at midnight is real. It features myself and Jax Kingston in a private, consensual moment." The media room exploded into shouting. Questions were being yelled from every direction. Did you break league rules? Did you sleep with him for a contract?

“Choose me, not him. I’ll teach you so many things… things you didn’t even know you wanted to learn.” Heat crawled up my neck, but I managed to roll my eyes, pretending I wasn’t melting inside. “Fine,” I huffed. “But if a spa turns out to be some weird pasta dish, I’m never forgiving you.” He smirked, leaning closer until his breath tickled my ear. “Trust me, darling… what I have in mind has nothing to do with pasta. And everything to do with you.” We drove to the next building, sleek and tall with glass windows gleaming in the late sun. At the entrance, gold letters shimmered above the doors:

But only so he can get the highest possible price when he sells her in marriage. “Well, I suppose you’ll want to get to bed before packing up your room… unless you want to have some fun with Melissa over here?” Mr. Morelli is all smiles as he waves toward the girl kneeling on the ground. “She might not be untouched, but she likes to pretend she is, and her pussy is tight enough to believe it.” He chuckles.

I read the name repeatedly, struggling to believe that I had just sent my explicit photos to Everett's father. Me: OMG, I am deeply sorry, Mr. Williams. I intended to send those to someone else. Please do not inform my dad about this! I am mortified. I pulled the covers over my head, trying to hide from the overwhelming embarrassment. My cheeks felt like they were on fire; my heart racing even faster than before. Mr. Williams: Don't be ashamed, Mila. You are exceptionally alluring. I widened my eyes at his response, my heart racing with desire for a brief moment. Mr. Williams was almost as old as my father, but his attractiveness had always been undeniable. Ada and I had a huge crush on him

Nate said and walked to the large Tv in the living room, he inserted a card and Susan face to view. “What’s this?” Mr Wilson asked and stood up from the chair. “It was when she disguise herself like one of my clients just to have sex with me, oh I forget to put volume” he said and put volume go the video. Mr Wilson felt disappointed, but Steve isn’t disappointed, he has imagine something like this, he is embarrassed. He stood up from the chair angrily and Susan speak up. “This is a set me, you guys don’t have to believe this” Susan said and Nate chuckled.

“Oh! Your meeting is so intriguing. Sir Gio may have been jealous of that man. Is he married yet?” “I didn’t even ask! He wants to talk to me again in case I don’t ask for his number. Wait, let’s look on F******k so we can see his profile.” “Oh! I want that to excite me to see him.” They browsed F*, and that’s when they saw Miguel’s profile. They were surprised when they saw Miguel’s profile and his about. He turned out to be a model in an advertising company and became a supporting actor in a series of movies. Naneth couldn’t believe that a lame and unkempt best friend of hers was now famous.

He growls, lowering his face closer to mine. I try to pull from his grip but he's too tight, and I almost cry out in pain as my arms end up twisted as I fight. "You're just an evil, pathetic excuse for a man! What you did to me - what you are still doing to me! - is pathetic! Your own daughter doesn't even remember you! And she never will!" I know for a fact I'm fuelling his anger, burning it to another level, but I won't die without him knowing how much of a pathetic excuse of man he has become. "When your dead, no one will care for you! No one will miss you! I never loved you, I never could after everything you put me through, and even if you get away with this, your name and picture is ev

What Valentino says goes no matter what and if you argue you get a bullet, believe me, I know I have scars to prove it. I scanned my surroundings bingo. I grinned evilly, making my way towards the girl I recognised from the photo. "Milly?" "Yeah." She said, turning. I placed the drugged handkerchief over her mouth. She screamed into it. Trying her best to struggle out of my hold, feisty I like it. She slowly stopped struggling as her eyes rolled back and closed. I threw her over my shoulder and walked casually away, making sure no one was around or watching. Valentino Miller