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When he went back home with Natasha for dinner, he said seriously, "I really didn't expect that you guys would like to read those novels." Natasha asked, "What's wrong? What did you see?" "I downloaded a reading software right away and looked for domineering CEO related romance novel on this popular best selling list. At least eight out of the ten books are related to a man and a woman having a one-night stand..." Natasha coughed and said, "These are all the patterns and tricks used." "I really regret as to why I didn't learn of this trick back then!" Christin was in a dilemma in silence. If he had learned this trick earlier, he would have been able to be together with her earlier, right?

In this world, very few could genuinely understand her pharmaceutical concepts. She kept her poker face, reiterating, "I'm not the one who bought the medicinal herbs yesterday." Natalie raised an eyebrow. "As for the content in this notebook, it's admittedly absurd." Natasha went along with the misunderstanding. Natalie's face showed growing disdain. A proud smile emerged. "Oh?" "This notebook is my everyday companion for documenting my pharmaceutical studies. As a beginner, I'm bound to make some mistakes," Natasha explained. The more Natalie listened, the more radiant her smile became. She was seemingly pleased with Natasha's explanation.

"And don't throw away those other buckets. I will come for them soon." She snorts and lifts her perverted book to her face. "I wouldn't dream of stealing your trash." My eyes travel to the cover of her book. Jesus Christ. Hayden is gone for one day, and she is already reading a porno! I swear Natasha is sex addicted, and judging from the sounds I hear at night, Hayden is the same junk and corn. Well, whatever floats their boat. I walk up the stairs for what seems like a billion times until all five buckets are in the lifeboat.

Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Natasha Greene, and I am Emma White’s best friend. She wrote enough about me that you probably already know who I am. I am sure you were expecting her to keep you up to date on what was going on in her life but sadly that is not possible. Emma and I have been best friends for all of our lives, and I would do anything for her. I came across this book she was writing and of course I read it all. I knew most of it already, yet it was a good refresher for me after everything that has happened.

Though she was my favorite girl, I didn't think much about her. "How was your trip?" I asked instead of answering a question she already knew the answer to. I sensed she was a bit disappointed at my question. What the hell was she expecting? She went on and on about how her trip went. Natasha ran a small business that involved selling guns and ammunition. She traveled to Russia three days ago to take care of her business. I didn't hear the things she said as I was not interested in knowing the full details of how her trip went. As she spoke, her hands moved to my shoulders, and slowly, she moved them to my thighs. I took a deep breath. I couldn't wait to have her under my sheet screaming my

Thirty Natasha is reading something on her laptop when a notification suddenly popped out of her screen. It was an email from a private company. InnoCorp. She narrowed her eyes as she read the message and the attachment from the email. It was an invitation from InnoCorp to attend a prestigious welcome party for the said company. The company is based on Russia but it will open its new office here in New York. She licked her lips and contemplated whether to go or not. Maybe, she will check her schedule first.

I know I might be overreacting, but something feels off. With Dane, I can sense it; he’s my mate, and I can tell when something isn’t right. Yet, I push the feeling down, turn off the lights, and close my eyes, hoping for morning to arrive so I can meet Natasha and start my training. Guys please read my other co-author books Alpha Lucious, His Purchased wife , Betrayed By My Ex claimed by his father, Alpha Evander's Rejection on G.O.O.D.N.O.V.E.L

“Stamford Fashion has always been led by the women in the Stamford family. Now that my grandmother is retired, you as my wife is next in line.” Natasha chuckled, “Except that I am a contracted wife who will be divorced in a matter of time.” “You don't think you could be the CEO of Stamford Fashion in the future?” I asked. “No… I can dream high but not that high,” Natasha said, yawning. I did not reply immediately and in the next few minutes, she dozed off. I stroked her hair gently as she slept like a baby. She was my own Sleeping Beauty.

Natalie’s message reads. My face deepens in colour and I quickly go over to my profile which I haven’t updated in months. It is filled mostly with pictures of shelves, nature and random selfies that are all colour coordinated. At least someone noticed my efforts. Flattered, I reply, "Hey, thanks!” We exchange a few more messages, casual and lighthearted. Then, Natalie mentions books. “Have you read The Housemaid Series? I just started it and I can’t seem to get my mind off of it. The intensity is killing.”

Tony asked as he watched his mother lick her lips as she stared at his hard dick. Natasha chuckled and whispered, "I'm an orgasm ahead if anyone was keeping score." "Keeping score?" Tony said softly. "Men get to pee standing up and women get multi orgasms." "How many orgasms?" Tony asked. Natasha stood up slowly and grinned as she replied, "I think my record for one day is around thirteen big ones and an uncountable number of little ones." "Uh, how about dad?" Natasha giggled. "Three squirters and a few want to be ones."