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Detective Mohamed at Night: Moving from one office room to another, searching through files and archives, tireless in his quest. In the dead of night, as silence enveloped the world, the detective sat in his private office. A faint glow from a small lamp flickered above him, casting long, indistinct shadows on the shelves crammed with old books and files. Before him, the cold light of a computer screen flickered, while old papers lay scattered on the wooden desk beside him.

That dress looked uncomfortable to sleep in, so I helped her out of it. My stiff dick this morning had nothing to do with thoughts of the swells of her tits covered by nothing but a bra. Fuck the fucking bra. Two nights ago I was attacking those tits with my mouth and hands. Nope. Stop. No thinking about our one night stand. Once off. Had to be. Wouldn't happen again. Did she ever not wear a fucking thong? I found myself wanting to take her with me to Cupid's Cove after all just so I could find out.

he said coldly, stepping inside without looking back to see if she was following. Mia hesitated at the door. Looking at his back, a sudden rush of memories from last night hit her. The dim lighting of his penthouse. The scent of his expensive cologne. The way his hands had gripped her waist before everything turned into a disaster. The way his body was so perfect, the way he moved last night. Everything about him. Her face burned, a deep, mortified flush creeping up her neck. Panicking, Mia brought both hands to her cheeks, pressing hard against her skin.

I hadn't even seen a photo of the girl yet, but tomorrow, the introductions were finally supposed to happen. I stepped out of the private steam shower, the hot mist swirling around the dark marble floors of the bathroom. I tied a single, dark gray towel securely around my waist, letting it rest low on my hips, and ran a hand through my dripping wet hair. I pushed the heavy bathroom door open, stepping out into the cool, air-conditioned darkness of the bedroom. The silver glow of the moon cut through the massive glass windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. I took two heavy, deliberate steps toward the nightstand where I had left my phone, my bare feet making a soft, rhythmic

ANIKA The digital clock resting on the mahogany nightstand read three in the morning, the green numbers glowing harshly in the dark bedroom. Shadows stretched across the high ceiling, shifting and dancing as the bitter winter wind rattled the reinforced windowpanes of the penthouse. Sleep remained a distant, impossible concept. I lay flat on my back, staring upward, while the chaotic events of the previous morning played on a relentless, torturous loop behind my eyes.

LILY. Hours Later. The Glass Penthouse. The digital clock on the mahogany nightstand glowed a sharp 4:00 PM. Inside the sprawling, sun-drenched master bedroom, Lily sat perched on the literal edge of the king-sized bed. Her left leg crossed tightly over her right.

“I know violet. I don’t drink or even go clubbing. I only wanted to…” “Have a one night stand” she cuts in. “Yes but it’s not though simple. I always thought my first time would be with someone I love…I wouldn’t want to remember my one night stand with a stranger” Violets smirks. “Then don’t. Just drink and you are going to forget about it.” Everything in me says it’s a bad idea. But she’s right. I wanted this. Just one night and it will be over. My fingers tightened around the glass. “You’re right!” I say before lifting the drink to my lips.

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Again there's a sigh, this one saying 'what am I going to do with you? I open my eyes and look around the room. The room had red walls, or maybe they were really, really hot pink, I didn't know. The dark crimson curtains were pulled closed, a faint glow coming from the crake between them. A small dresser at across from the bed I was laying on. The door was closed, a thin crack of light seeping under the door. I sit up, clutching the blankets to my chest. I was wearing a plain black shirt which was too big for me and no pants. I was relived to find my underwear still on.

The skyline stretched out with pretty cool, tall skyscrapers and a few mid–rise buildings, the moon glowing over everything in a way that looked like it was aware of how special this night was for me and the woman of my dreams. I smiled a little, knowing just how much Sapphire would love everything I'd put together. I'd gone all out with the decor, making sure everything was perfect for her. The rooftop was decked out in elegant decor, with crisp white linens over the table, fluttering in the breeze and a scattering of rose petals that screamed romance. Sparkling silverware was lined on the table and the chairs were cushioned with plush velvet.