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Hiding in the restroom, she lowered her voice and said to the camera, “Guys, I ran into that crazy woman again. And get this, she’s married, but she’s sneaking around with another man behind her husband’s back.” The livestream instantly flooded with tens of thousands of viewers. The numbers kept climbing. I even lifted a finger and paid to boost her traffic, pushing her straight onto the trending page. Her fans were thrilled. “That’s disgusting. You ran into that psycho again? Is that woman stalking you?” “She’s cheating on her husband? Her man must not be enough for her.” Eugene was watching the livestream too, and the second he saw that comment, his expression darkened. “Honey, they’re rea

Shane. His bare feet were planted on the rug she’d bought, and the taunt muscle of his calves squeezed as he thrust forward. There was a woman, on her knees between his legs, a cascade of honey-blonde hair covering her face. Her head bobbed up and down, one hand braced on his thigh and the other working the base of his shaft in a tight, twisting stroke. Eveline’s breath hitched as her gaze went to the blouse again. She was in shock—unable to think—but something flashed through her mind. She’d seen it somewhere—at a Christmas party her fiancé had forced her to attend. Maya. His colleague from the marketing department.

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