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But I was too embarrassed to admit it. I sat down and she squealed. 'This will be a long day' as it was just 1 pm now. ------------------------------ I opened up my door as I bit my lip in anticipation and giddiness. The sex shop was such an amazing place. I hate to admit it, but it was. When I entered the shop, something in me got woken up, I wanted to try it all, all the pretty toys. My inner whore was on work with excitement. But I guess I am a coward.

>POV: Carrie It’s fоur forty-five іn thе morning whеn I open mу еуеѕ, I don’t bother tо hаvе a ѕhоwеr. Inѕtеаd, I just ѕlір back into the gym сlоthеѕ I was wearing уеѕtеrdау whеn Nеоn саllеd.

I asked the servants stationed on my chamber, standing from the sides of my door. They looked at each other hesitantly. Seeing that they are unable to answer a simple question as this, there might really be something off. I pushed my door open, and as soon as I got to enter, an intense energy enveloped me—a familiar power only a Calista can possess. “You usually does not take this long.” I turned to the man standing near my boudoir, adjacent to my bedchamber. He has a book on his hand that is opened into half.

I turned off my phone and cried all the way home. I went straight to the refrigerator to grab my wine. I needed to calm my nerves. I pulled out my phone, turned it on, and called Kita. "Hey , girl what's up? I'm kind of in the middle of some." She answered the phone out of breath. "Nothing, just call me back when you get time."

Acre looks at me "Err yeah some time today would be nice" the blond woman whisper yells, I shrug, I don't think we have much choice, if there is anyone watching we are screwed". So we follow the woman down alleyways until we come to a grubby brown door where she takes out a key and opens it before pushing us all inside and locking the deadbolt. "Who are you?" I ask as she switches on a light, "Does it matter?" "Yeah" "I know who she is"

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

Once again, he struggled to keep his mouth shut, his face turning a bright shade of red. “Fuck… When you hold the key, you say the word ‘Apertus’ meaning open in Latin, and the portal appears.” “Huh… Fun. What happens when it opens?” Emma asked as she examined the key dangling between her fingers. “You walk through it and come out on the border of our camp,” he sighed in defeat. He was no longer struggling. It seemed he had finally realized there was no point in resisting. “What about this? What’s in this vial?” Emma asked, holding up a small bottle we also found inside his pouch.

Of course" We got back home and Peace had to return to her work so I buried myself into my work as I try to meet up with the deadline. Hours pass by and I am still occupied with my writing when I suddenly heard the sound of the bell. I'm not expecting anyone and Peace has her key so who could be there? I walked to the front door, only to see Alex standing there emotionless. He has done this a couple of times. He is either very angry right now or having issues. He rarely shows emotions on his face and I guess that is how it works in the business world but usually, I can tell what is wrong with him because he opens up to me. But right now, I can't read a thing on his face.

She looked through the peep hole. "Shit" she mumbled and I exchanged a worried look with Cassy. Mom opened the door to reveal Varg and several other large, black leather clad men. As I looked closer, I recognized Jackal, Hound and of course, Wolf. "We thought that we should welcome our sister back home!" Varg boomed. "Crap" I said and Wolf smiled at me.

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