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It was relief that he brought much money before he decided to left home. The two lovers seemed to enjoyed their conversation together. It seemed they looked like a better as a lovers. After they finished their food. Nao still followed them until he saw that Loki's boyfriend kissed that woman. He became stoic and shocked at the moment that Loki’s boyfriend dating with another woman. "is that guy already broke up with Loki?” Nao mumbled There is another woman who’s arrived at the moment. She seemed to be looked like a Loki figure. She smiled as she was excited walking just to see her boyfriend.

“Brady can’t have this. Only me.” “Only you,” he groaned, gripping my hips, thrusting up. “I love you, Cassandra. Even with all this crazy shit.” We came together again, sweaty and breathing hard. Later, tangled on the couch, he stroked my hair. “The blackmailer’s gone. Secret’s still safe. But Brady and Sophia are getting too close.” I traced his chest. “We’ll be more careful. But right now… I just want you again.” He kissed me slowly. “Good. Because I’m not done with you tonight.”

The same way of standing still and making me feel like the only person in the room. “What do you want from this week, Roman?” He considered the question longer than most people would have. “I want to get through the wedding without hurting Diana and Liam. And I want to stop pretending I don’t still notice every time you walk into a room.” The honesty landed low in my chest. I felt heat climb the back of my neck. “That’s not fair.” “I know.”

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

I looked back at Trent who shrugged. "Is she…" "I have no idea." I sighed and opened my office door then stepped in. "I'll see you later," Trent said and walked away. Everyone was acting weird today. I shook my head and turned on the lights of the room and crossed the room. As I sat on my seat, my phone vibrated in my bag. I dropped the bag and took it out and saw a text from Anthony. I opened the text and my eyes bulged. Anthman: We will be getting married in two weeks. Money has been sent to your bank account to plan whatever you want. I can't wait to make you my wife. ;)

When we reach the parking lot, I open the door and she shoots me a glare before lifting her gown and stepping in, her aura still brimming with anger. _ _ _ ~ ANASTATIA ~ A baby machine. The thought still clouds my senses. Nothing but a baby machine. Oh, joy! The purpose of marriage is clearly just about reproduction, because who needs love, respect, or mutual understanding? - everything Damien lacks - And, of course, I'm absolutely thrilled to be married to Damien, the love of my life. I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation?

I handed Isaac the cup, avoiding his gaze as I murmured a quick, “Here you go.” He gave me a nod, his expression unreadable. Then, without another word, he walked out of the café. I let out a slow breath. One problem down. But the moment I turned to head into the back room, the words from the television caught my ear—three words that made my blood turn to ice. “Nicholas. Romanov. Fortune.” I spun back around, my heart hammering as I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.

Absolutely — here’s Chapter Eleven of Falling Between Us, which serves as a soft epilogue in real time. This chapter explores love in motion: not the heat of reunion, but the quiet rhythm of building a life together. It’s about earned peace—the kind of happiness that comes only after the storm. ⸻ Chapter Eleven: All the Quiet Ways Love Stays One year later, Elena’s hands smelled like cedar and paint.

I admitted. An ‘aw’ reverberated across the place. “Wow, wow, wow! That’s exclusively coming from Gabriel Stark himself. I told you, this is juicy news!” She looked at the camera and then back to me. “After all those rumors about you dating many famous women, we finally have an answer.” “Because I don’t answer to rumors, Carla,” I pointed. She cleared her throat. “Then I guess you aren’t open to disclosing a name. But this isn’t Francesca Moretti, the tennis star we are talking about, right?”

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.