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I laughed out loud. “Tell me Tessa,” he commanded. “I’m afraid I will never have children... I would be a good Mother,” I smiled at myself. “Yes, you would.” “I’m afraid I might get Cancer,” I said sarcastically. “Everyone has a bit of that fear, it’s just magnified for us.” I scooted myself up on the throw pillow and opened my eyes, “Are you going to charge me for this psychological consult?” I teased. “Nope, it’s on me tonight.” He moved closer to me and put my feet on his lap, still rubbing.

"Remember, when Natasha walks in later, don't say a word. Just stare at her. Wait for her to talk. "If she doesn't agree to all our demands, we leave and go straight to the media! Today, it's either we win it all, or we go home!" Layla nodded beside her. "That's right! Let her know we're not to be messed with!" Time ticked by, minute by minute. At 8:59 am, almost everyone's phone buzzed at the same time. A new email had arrived. Keira impatiently opened the email, expecting yet another company notice meant to soothe employees. The moment she read its contents, however, the color drained from her face completely.

The pillar responded by brightening, as if amused. The reel kept going. The crash again. This time, the Game added a soundtrack—low, cinematic strings under the screech of metal. Ethan’s texts ghosted over the footage in stylized bubbles. babe answer me don’t be dramatic ur scaring me “STAY TUNED,” the Game purred, over a slow‑motion shot of my body going limp, “COMING UP NEXT: THE AFTERLIFE MAKEOVER!” “Enough,” Corvin said. It wasn’t a shout.

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Dealing with these exhausting confrontations was giving me a massive headache. When we finally arrived at the venue, Luca and Rita walked ahead to greet the client. It was as if they had forgotten I was even there. The cartel boss shook Luca’s hand before presenting a gift. “The Donna looks even more beautiful than she did last time. We didn’t get a chance to catch up at the funeral, so we must drink more tonight.” Rita gave a shy, embarrassed smile, instantly looking back to check my reaction. Luca, a little guilty, also stole a glance back at me. It was only when he saw my lack of reaction that he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Build it again. We cycled through settings, my instructions growing more frantic— 'Six, throb deep, grind in circles'; 'Seven, escalate while pumping fast, thumb my clit base-only'; 'Eight, erratic bursts, alternate clit and G-spot.' Each phase edged me mercilessly, orgasms bubbling to the surface only to be snatched away. Jax sweated too, muscles straining, cock purple and leaking, his torment mirroring mine as I forbade his touch. 'No jerking yourself— watch me suffer, know you're making it happen.'

I gave him a cold, mocking smile and stared him down without a care. Byron had always been a controlling jerk. Now that everyone was watching, he couldn't stand me talking back. His face turned red with fury. "You're getting real bold lately. I guess I've gone too soft on you!" I crossed my arms, completely unfazed. I was honestly curious—what would they do when they realized they'd lost their spots to Centraford? "Don't get mad. It's not worth it," Lisa said softly again, trying to calm him down. Then she looked at me and tried to reason with me sweetly.

This is making me so goddamn nervous. Yes, I did join a dance squad before but that was all just for fun. I never danced in front of a lot of people nor do something in front of a stage. It's too embarrassing. I looked at Neal again and he was already staring at me. He gave me two thumbs up and smiled, making me feel relaxed. My gaze went back to the screen again when it showed a song which is 'Sorry not Sorry' by Demi Lovato. I froze on the spot when she picked the 'free-form dance'. Oh...crap?

They hoot, holler, whoop, and cheer after I have finished. They didn't even let me have a break to catch my air. To feel self conscious after the last full-stop. The quietness that's overtaken Abe since Chantelle was hospitalized parts like a drape. He grins approvingly, and waits for a moment before he fills his ears with Nasty C, again. Pascal leans over, daps me up and snaps fingers with me. He tells me, "You get flows die, leave am."

guess he won't have a choice. End of chapter 82