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"The suitcase can withstand a weight of up to 140 pounds. You can sit on it, and I'll pull you along." Joselyn was also embarrassed to let him hold or carry her again, so she obediently sat on the suitcase. The two of them arrived at Brodie's house, which had the same layout as Joselyn's house, but with a different decoration style. One is a frigid style, abstinent and cold. One is in the style of a shoujo manga, lively and adorable.

I know we started wet dreams a little messy and rough around the edges but this one this one will be the best one yet! With love, Josie ✨

The cool autumn night felt like winter had made its mark, there was no telling whether it was just bad weather or if the coldness of death was making its way, tainting his soul to the core. Javier Mendoza sat outside his suite, at the balcony late after midnight. He sat on the straw armchair with his long legs parted, leaning back with his white shirt tucked out and the buttons open, leaving his chest bare. He looked as though he was sleeping as his eyes were shut tightly and he had one hand propped on the armrest with his head leaning steadily on the fist while his other hand rested on other armrest.

Hi yo peeeeeeps! Are you enjoying the cliffhangers so far? AND, I HAVE GREAT NEWS! I've changed Chapter 29's author's note since... I'M NOT TAKING A BREAK FROM WRITING THE "THE SUIT" SERIES! I just can't. This series is like, my own signature. The Suit is my jam. Although, unfortunately, Easton's book is deleted... too... Thank you for everything! Enjoy 😊 ~-~ "Why would he be jealous of him in the first place?" Beth asked me indecorously.

Joseph guided me not to the main deck, but down a flight of stairs into a suite that stole the air from my lungs. This was no bedroom. It was a dungeon, the most luxurious one I could ever imagine. The walls were lined with dark, padded leather and gleaming chrome. One entire wall was a glass window looking out into the deep, dark ocean. But it was the other walls that made my head spin. An array of floggers, crops, and whips hung like macabre art pieces. Shelves displayed intricate harnesses, gags, and things I couldn't even name. In one corner, a polished, wooden St. Andrew's Cross stood waiting.

I couldn't help but sneer at the hint of expectation in his tone. "This is Luna Russell," I said coldly. "I've been trying to reach you. I'm heading to your dormitory now. Be ready to hand over my suitcase." For a moment, there was stunned silence on the other end, clearly not expecting me to call directly. When he finally spoke, his tone was surprisingly calm. "I opened the suitcase today and realized it wasn't mine. It's filled with women's items." I let out a sigh of relief, thinking, 'At least he's admitting it.' I was ready to fight.

Though the idea of going back excites her, knowing what happened to her was more important than temporary happiness she will feel down there. Suddenly remembering what was written in that book, Suyi’s figure slightly faltered, her eyes shaking and her positive energy quickly changing. Inside the book were 10 different names and identities, different lifestyle, race and personalities, yet all of them died due to unknown reasons at the age of 25 at the same day, different year but exactly the same time.

When we arrived at the suite, I had to hold back an exclamation at the luxury. It's as sumptuous as suite 220 in the previous hotel. However, there's not much time for anything, not even to admire the enormous place. I think I could take a shower before anything else, as I've been working all day, but Brandon has other ideas.

Davon sits beside me and interlinks his fingers through mine under the table and I feel immediately secure and safe. “Well, welcome to the madhouse, Lisbeth.” Stephen claps his hands just as breakfast is laid upon the table. Eggs, jars of drinks and a big bowl of fruit. Everyone helped themselves. I take some eggs, a handful of grapes and an apple. Davon pours the juice into my glass and I’m surprised to find out it’s orange juice. Everyone eats together like a big family and I kinda like it. Sure, the faces are unfamiliar, but in time they wouldn’t be. All in all, it's honestly no different to back home. (besides the wealth of course) We eat together, the others talk amung eachother with fr

I’d want to thank My Black Suit King’s readers. As you can see, this novel’s first season recently ended. The second season of this book will be published together with the original Indonesian novel. You will receive an updating notice for as long as this book in your library. Alternatively, you may search for my name, Blezzia. Feel free to look at this original novel with title “The King of Denver” to find out if the second season of the Indonesian book has begun.