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“She’s watching, leet her see how you take my cock.” I stepped inside the room my legs shaking and shut the door behind me. The click made them both look at me, jake’s cock was rock hard, veins standing out. The stranger slowed his thrusts but didn’t pull out, rolling his hips slow so Jake whimpered. “Who are you?” I asked the stranger and my voice came out steadier than I felt, my nipples were hard against my dress and my panties were soaked, the cotton clinging to my folds. “My name’s Connor,” he said and he reached around to stroke Jake’s cock slow, twisting his wrist on the upstroke. Jake bucked and moaned loud. “Your boyfriend here invited me over after work, he said he needed his ass f

I was done getting ready and it was time for me to leave, I was so anxious and scared but I told myself that it's either now or never, I left my apartment and luckily for me I met a group of guys living in my apartment and they were also walking out so I wiggled into their middle and when they saw it was me, they smiled at me, I was praying deeply not to get noticed and just like that we came to the last floor of the apartment and finally got outside, We haven't taken up to two steps outside when a black car pulled up in front of us, everyone else left, and it was just me alone, maybe my legs felt stocked to the ground seeing the person in front of me, he's no other than Mr Stranger, “Hey Mo

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was

The Stranger For one terrifying second— nobody moved. God. Not Adrian. Fair. Not Elena. Reasonable. Not Lily. God. Because Peanut was standing beside a stranger. Fair. A complete stranger. Reasonable honestly. And she looked happy. God. Perfectly happy. Fair. Which somehow made everything worse. Reasonable. Then Adrian crossed the distance. God. Immediately. Fair. Not running. Reasonable. Not walking. God. Something in between. Fair. The speed of a father who had spent the last fifteen minutes imagining every nightmare possible.

Even through the storm, I can tell. But Damon still doesn’t lower his guard. If anything, he becomes more alert. And that only means one thing— They are not from this pack. One of the strangers steps farther into view. Tall. Broad. A scar cuts across his jawline as rain pours down his face. His eyes land on Damon first. Then flick toward me. Recognition flashes there immediately. “Well,” the stranger drawls slowly, “this is interesting.” Damon’s arm tightens fractionally around my waist.

Time's up. No sooner had the words left my mouth than a stir echoed down the hallway. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, faces etched with a mix of terror and reverence. The deliberate click of high heels grew louder, each step resonating like a heartbeat through the throng. A team of bodyguards in black swiftly took charge, pushing back the onlookers with their phones at the ready. A statuesque silhouette framed the doorway, her black business attire cut with precision, her hair swept up in an elegant twist. Her features echoed Jennifer's, but where Jennifer held a flicker of warmth, this woman radiated a commanding chill that seemed to pierce the very air.

"Oh, you wouldn't happen to know what the, umm, The Nerd gave you. Which pill it was?" The Stranger asks while still trying to untie his dog's leash. It takes me a few seconds to respond as his voice sounds very far away even if he's just off the side of the road. I happen to be in the middle of the street now, yet he sounds as if he's a couple of houses over. Also his voice sounds different too. Instead of the cool and calm man, it sorts fuzzy and distorted.

“We have a million things to handle and somehow you think another investment is what we need?” “I need,” I corrected. “It's what I need.” Clara is what I need. A soft knock followed a moment later and I looked up to catch long toned legs walking in. Her heels clicked. One. Two. Three until she was inside. Clara fucking Mallon. My Stranger. She stood framed in the doorway looking all stunning “Who the hell is she?” Mike asked in a whisper not loud enough to ruin the moment. Mike looked at Clara and looked back at me, curiosity crippling. “Who is—”

The day I got into a car accident, Kelsey Bennett left me behind to save her first love. Thankfully, the ambulance arrived in time, and I survived. My best friend scolded me in exasperation. "Landon, when are you finally going to see sense? She doesn't love you! Kelsey doesn't love you one bit! She doesn't care if you live or die, so why do you still insist on loving her?" I was seeing stars as I listened to him go off on me like that. I truly didn't understand what he was getting at. Who was this Kelsey? Was she some fictional character I was crazy about or something? Later, they discovered I'd lost my memory. More specifically, I'd forgotten everything about Kelsey. I'd even forgott

she said, then turned and walked out of the interview room with the officer. Emma couldn’t help wondering why her sister seemed to dislike her so much—Why she pushed her away like that. She outside and spotted Liam on a call. He sounded like he was in the middle of an argument… but who was he talking to? When they arrived home, Emma felt completely worn out and hungry. She’d been fighting a whole storm of thoughts — wondering why her sister seemed to resent her, why her parents hadn’t posted bail, and why Liam’s ex girlfriend had showed up at their house. Because that’s what it was, after all: their home.