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"OI! WAIT ME! ARGGHHH!!" Grrrrrrr!! I SWEAR, I HATE THE HAPPY THREE FRIENDS

I gasped, my hand still clutching my chest as I tried to force my heart back down into my throat. Hudson let out a soft, mocking chuckle, his eyes drifting over to the vibrating washing machine before locking back onto me with a sarcastic glint. "We live under the same roof, Niel. Am I not allowed to be in the laundry room of my own house?" I bit the inside of my cheek, glare heating up behind my thick glasses. "You know what I mean. When are you even back from training? And more importantly..." I whipped out my phone, flashing the paused video of our morning collision at his face. "Why did you have to come to my school today? Because of you, I am literally trending on the freedom wall! It's

she asked, not looking up at him as she typed away on her laptop. “Chloros.” Chloros..? It meant green in Greek.. she wondered whether he was the one who came up with that name himself or someone else did. “When was it?” “Last Friday.” He did not turn around as he answered her questions, he just kept looking out through the glass window on the city that was shining the night sky. “Do you have surveillance cameras in the office?” “No. It is a dead end either way, the cameras outside the office were disabled.”

He lifted his face up and gave her a charming smile. "That sounds good ...I like it. Be my Hot Princess." The husky voice whispered, pulled her body against his and started kissing her hard, hot, and hungry. The two bodies helped to increase the temperature, turning the ice into the hot steam under the moonlight and stars.

A thing that no one could ever think of and of course it was really annoying. "You will give 20% of your efforts to that Mega project just so you can get Nicolas and so that man can marry you, right? I know this is so very tense I even got a reliable source from someone. Now everyone knows about this problem and I think you are so It's embarrassing if you always act arrogantly as if Nicolas loves you and you are going to get married. Because after all, in the eyes of everyone who knows you so well, that is almost impossible and will never happen at all. You should be humble enough and not discuss this issue so that at least people who know the truth will not say anything and prefer to remain

Saira assured her. "Oh yeah? That's why he rushed after you at his party when you ran off leaving your boyfriend on the dance floor?!" Darina yelled at her, looking outraged now. Saira paled. "He wasn't after me." "You might want to rethink your decision to lie Saira." Darina told her. "Girls!" Her posse rushed into the room. "Yes Darina?" "Is the iron hot yet?" Darina asked Diana. "Yes." Diana said. "It might peel her skin off."

𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻*𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍. '𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘖𝘩 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘵� ��𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵.'

I open my mouth to say something, but then close it immediately when a strong wave of FUCKING HEAT engulfs my body and makes me twist hard. “ I fucking hate… ” My voice lowers in an attempt to not moan due to the tingly sensation between my thighs. “ This heat season. ”

I say with all honesty and casually. "You find me hot?" He grins while arching an eyebrow at me. I gaped. My eyes widened and I just realized that I said he's hot in front of him. Fuck. Oh fuck. I bite my inner cheek. "I... I did?" I ask shyly. He nods. "You just did." Holy shit. Damn Tate! Breathe Tate. I tell myself. Now how are you going to lie to him? He heard it clearly from you that you just called him hot. Oh Jesus, of all words that I could tell him why did it have to be hot? It could've been cool or manly.

Madison Oh hell, I think I am in big trouble. You know the capital T kinda trouble. This is not supposed to happen, since when I do I fuck a man no matter how hot he is in the sack and have these weird ass feelings about him? I am not that girl, no way. Only, right now, I am feeling kind of weird, like just looking at him is making me melt. He’s hotter than scorching coals as he looks at me. And, when he says, “You’re right, Madi, it was just a one-off,” why does that sting? Yeah, exactly why indeed?