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They fought side by side, and their relationship was beyond that of an employer and employee. But now... Jasmine smiled coyly at Chris. "Mr. Davis, do I look good today?" Chris clearly enjoyed it, pulling her waist and cocking his brows with a smile. "Of course, you look good, my dear." Jasmine teased, "Then why didn't you answer my call? Were you..." Chris pinched her nose, looking impatient. "What are you thinking?" "She's like a dead fish in bed. Who would marry a cripple? I've really had enough of it all these years. She's just a deaf person who makes me want to throw up now."

I'll love every second of it. It's been too damn long since I've tasted him, felt him pound into my ass until I couldn't think straight. And fuck, I've been craving it. Bad. Ruby clears her throat, the sharp click of her stiletto dragging me back to reality. "Niko. Stop stalling and get on the floor." Her eyes cut to Mason, who's still standing beside her. "You—partner with him." Mason's lips twitch slightly as his gaze meets mine. Without hesitation, he strides over and offers his hand like he's Prince Charming in a green button-up and slacks—except this bastard's about to watch me stomp all over his toes.

Sierra's POV “Riven… Rafe?!“ He let out a animalistic growl. “You whore! Are you fucking your younger brother's best friends?“ My pulse roar in my ears as I think of what to do. I jump down to my feet, my juice sliding down my thighs. “What—are you doing here?“ I stammer, trying to gather my clothes.

Noah caresses her shoulder in a silent attempt to console her. “I can’t believe I let myself be manipulated by a traitor all these years,” Pyotr said, his voice choked. His eyes are red and full of tears. “I lost my best friend and believed he was the real traitor. Christopher was always an upright man, even as a mafioso. I shouldn’t have doubted him so easily. I’m sorry!”

' Stacey said and I scoffed loudly. ' What do you know about fashion designing?' ' Whatever. Seeing is believing. Besides, do not underestimate Stacey Oblong.' I couldn't hold back my laughter. Mike's p.o.v ' What do you mean by you need a new girlfriend? Have you already broken up with Linda again?' My best friend Raphael asked staring at me intently. ' What? Stop looking at me that way. She was the one that left me, okay?' ' And why? There has to be a reason.'

He begged, “Please help me. I really don’t know how the house got on fire and my friends? I - I still don’t understand how they got there in the first place.” “Well,” Scarlett said, “In that case, your friends aren’t really your friends, now, are they? Don’t worry, that’s why I am here. Let’s get the full details of what happened. You can’t leave out a single detail. In order for us to win this case, you need to tell me everything.” Scarlett flipped through the next page and she pointed out, “Because we are going against Mister Pier Bianci, the famous art collector in the city who owns an art museum."

"They're worse today." I opened my mouth to deflect. Then closed it. Because I was so tired of carrying everything alone. "There's this guy," I said quietly. "He's complicated. And I can't seem to stay away from him." Ethan nodded slowly. "The friend's brother?" "Yeah." "He's the reason for the sad eyes?" "He's the reason for everything." I laughed bitterly. "He's an asshole. A playboy. He brings home blondes and treats me like I'm nothing. And I still—" I stopped.

His rich brown slanted eyes and finely chiseled jaws accentuated his facial contour and it took me a while to realize that the man was none other than my best friend. "Gerald?" Surprise flared in my whisper as I recoiled out of his arms. He was back in the pack? Oh! He must have come to celebrate with me but look at who is celebrating with a view of her cheating fiance. He gave me a sympathetic look and then whispered. "Let's just leave, Beth." Tears burned the corner of my eyes, blurring my vision as I turned away from him. No, I couldn't. If I tried to make it past the lobby, I would just collapse. This was too much for me.

Sliding glass doors led to a balcony that showed a stunning view of the city in the distance—bright lights, so full of stories and interest. "So beautiful." she said again. He dipped his head in silent concession, moving towards the kitchen and pulling a bottle of champagne from the fridge. She recognised the label for its distinctive golden color. He took her martini glass from her and put both their glasses in the sink, then she watched as he unfurled the foil from the champagne bottle and popped the cork effortlessly, grabbing two flutes and half filling them. "Your sister is an amazing friend too," Sasha continued, desperate for something to say in order to fill up the silence, "I don’t

Dave stood up protectively and so did I. “Um, I’ll be there in a second.” I told Brad quickly. He didn’t turn to me, he just kept looking at Dave. “Brad, I’ll be with you in a while. Can you please excuse me now?” I said surprising myself by how stern I was. After a quick glance at me and without a word, Brad walked away. I turned to Dave. “Who’s he?” Dave asked. “He’s my best friend’s brother. We’re sort of family.” I added quickly.