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I guess he owed me a debt now, because this would be the first time I'd be seeing his cum. “I'm listening,” I added, my voice more stiff than the previous, like this whole thing wasn't affecting me. But maybe if he looked closely, he would see how I was pinching my thighs underneath the table to distract myself from the feeling of bugs crawling on my skin. This place was dirty. It needed disinfection. My OCD was acting up and I wanted to start cleaning up the place which is something I would have done if it wasn't stained with betrayal. No bleach could get rid of the stain and stench of the betrayal of someone I'd called my husband even with just the engagement ring.

"I am the system you’re trying to 'clean up.' If those walls fall, the 'Omen' dies with them." I wrenched my arm away and headed for the door. "Don't follow me, Silas. Go back to your tower. Go back to your clean lines and your black coffee. The audit is over." I stood in the center of the grimy loft, the smell of burnt apples filling the air, and watched the door slam shut behind her.

I start scrubbing at the carpet with ferocity. “Just like you,” he counters, and then he lets out a low, guttural groan that makes my stomach do a weird little flip despite the fact that I am currently elbow-deep in a cleaning disaster. I finished the job and stood up. I didn’t look back as I hauled the bag of trash toward the door because if I see one more inch of his bare butt, I am going to lose my mind. I’ll need a very strong bleach with a high concentration of acid to clean out the live p**n image from my head.

The feel of his hands slowly working there way down my arms and back up clouds my mind. The words slip out like word vomit, and I can’t control it, “I am dirty…” I say as I press my cheek to his bare chest, so I can hear the steady sound of his heart beat. “Look at me Ciara.” Owen places one finger under my chin and lift it so my eyes are looking into his deep onyx eyes. “You are not dirty, and I can tell you are afraid I will not want you…” I close my eyes and nod.

"How did you clean up your mess?" "Burned them," I sing. "Burned them all. Including the Beta and his stupid bitch." Celeste bursts out laughing. "Osiris, she is high." "What?" I screech. "I have never done drugs a day in my life." I clutch my chest as if I am wounded by the mere accusation. "There is a first time for everything," Celeste says humorously. But Osiris doesn't look as amused about the situation as Celeste does. "Willow," he tries to get my attention, but I am not listening. "LO!" He screams.

I was completely at his mercy and he controlled how hard and rough it was not mentioning that he could hit every angle perfectly to curl my toes and leave me breathless and completely satiated. After we had taken care of our carnal needs, we finished getting clean. Owen washed my hair and the feeling was so relaxing as he massaged my scalp with his fingers are he rinsed out the soapy suds. I leaned back against him, completely lost in the relaxing sensations we could create just moments after unleashing passion that took my breath away.

(Unknown Number) I am future third btw A crackle of a humourless laugh broke from my lips - Ostana is future Delta. No one could take that away from my best friend, unless if it was our alpha back home or maybe if her father had revoked or stripped her of the title, but he has no reason too. Right? And if he stripped it from Ostana- (Me) Bullshit

Missed calls piled up—wedding vendors, his parents, even Alisa. However, he didn’t care. Disheveled, with dark circles under his eyes, Sam picked up the phone and called his friend and business partner. Marcus Finch was someone who had watched Hazel and him grow from nothing. Sam’s voice was hoarse. “Can you still get those green Scottish roses we ordered years ago? Help me order another batch, please.” Hearing his tone, Marcus was quiet. Like a kicked dog, Sam choked, “Hazel’s mad at me. She doesn’t want me…”

"You said if I ever made you angry or we had a fight, I could use this coupon." Tears welled up in his eyes. "Don't be mad at me, okay?" Silence felt like a heavy stone pressing on my chest. Sadness mixed with memories flooded my heart. We both knew that promises only mattered when we were in love. I remained silent, and his hand holding the coupon trembled slightly. He let out a bitter laugh and lowered his head. "It's okay. You're right to be angry." Then he took out the second card, which read, [Make Up Coupon.] "When I learned you were p

With my head held low, I return to the kitchen and begin the task of cleaning the table, meticulously clearing away the remnants and placing everything in the garbage or near the sink, ready for a thorough wash and cleanse. While I meticulously clean the table's surface, my thoughts race, contemplating the circumstances that have brought me to this point in time. The betrayal, the heartbreak, the loss — it all feels so overwhelming. But in this moment, as I meticulously clean each surface, I find a strange sense of solace. The repetitive motion of wiping away the dirt and grime becomes almost therapeutic, allowing me to momentarily forget the pain that still lingers within me.