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about that future wedding. Eight years had passed, and I was still waiting for the day that promise would come true. But now, I had decided to go home. I wouldn't wait any longer. The car moved silently through the night before stopping in front of my villa. Mason unfastened his seatbelt, apparently assuming the tension between us had already passed. Out of habit, he leaned toward me, trying to kiss me. I raised my hand and pressed it lightly against his shoulder. "I'm tired, Mason."

Chapter 8 Matteo pov I let out a deep, throaty chuckle as I silenced my phone for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. The incessant ringing had transformed into a symphony of annoyance, each call a new crescendo of irritation that I longed to cut off. Whoever was on the other end was relentless, battering me with persistence, refusing to take no for an answer. I couldn’t help but revel in their frustration, my grin widening with each call that went unanswered.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

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."

Lily turned to Parth and stared at him for a moment and then said, " Will you say something or shall i go? " " One cup for me too." Parth said and smiled. " Yes, i knew it. " she smiled and moved in the kitchen. Ryan came to drawing room. A maid came and gave him hot coffee. He was scrolling something in his phone. Isla came out of her room and told her maid to give her coffee too. She sat there on the sofa. She opened her I*******m. Darsh had requested her to folloow her on the I*******m.She accepted it.