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The dealer smiles. Really? I jump up and down in excitement and clap my hands like a child. “Again.” I laugh. I put my chip on number eight.

he quickly interrupts. "Exactly," I agree, slipping my sunglasses back on my face. "Glad we could agree on that." I go back to my phone, scrolling through the emails from the day for the rest of the journey. Upon arriving, I slip it back in my purse and move for the door. And as much as I can, I make sure he gets a good look at my ass as I step out because why the hell not? Nothing would ever come from it, and I feel like being ornery.

But right now, from the very day I bumped into her page on I*******m, I have found an unquenchable desire towards her. It felt like the person she was on I*******m was different from the one I knew. She didn't seem loud. Just quiet and cheerful. “Let go of me.” She wiggled again, tilting her head back to stare at me but I smacked gently on her ass and her body went completely still. * Noria’s Pov. The moment Lucan’s palm met my ass, my back arched and my body stilled. “Fuck you.” I groaned, trying to sound like I hate what he was doing to me, but I couldn’t lie to myself.

Doesn't seem to care what we're talking about. I just sighed and focused my attention outside the window as well. "It seems like it would be nice to go to the Maldives today. Nothing. Just clubbing there and girls," said The8, making Seven frown. "What? I won't invite you because I know you're a killjoy." The8's gaze landed on me after a while. "How about you, Khlea? Do you want to come? You're single, aren't you?" "I'm single, however, I'm not in the mood to flirt."

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"Oh, hi Mila. Yes, I just arrived.” The clinking of the elevator was heard followed by the steel doors opening and the two and several other people also entered. Luna Lee and Mila Stone chose to stand in the back corner because they were going out on the top floor of the building, which was the thirteenth floor. Some people believe that thirteen is an unlucky number. But, Luna doesn’t care at all. Mila Stone realized something when she saw Luna. "Hey Luna, looks like your Tumblr is leaking because your hands look a little dirty too," said Mila Stone.

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This time, I did not turn back, but I bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. I had barely taken a few steps when a text popped up on my phone. "Yvonne, you didn't manage to get married again, did you? What a pity. It's okay, though. You can beg Nathan to marry you again later. The eighth time is the charm, right?"

My girlfriend, Olivia, had one way of measuring how much I loved her: how fast I replied. In the two years we dated, she blocked me 88 times. The first time, I was in the shower and missed her call. The 17th time, I was bringing her coffee when I missed a message asking for extra ice. The 56th time, I was at dinner with a client and didn't respond quickly enough to a video she'd sent me. This time, I worked until ten and missed the 9:50 p.m. movie she'd asked me to see with her. I told her there was a problem with the project and my manager wouldn't let me leave. She just laughed. "Anyone who really loves me would make it to a movie even with ten minutes' notice." When I got home that night,