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I didn't wear a bra so it was easy access. I threw my head back weakly as he reached for my shorts again. “Ryan…” I couldn't help it, I was so done for. I bit my lips, my voice soft and needy when he touched my wet panties. “Soaked, huh.” I nodded, my teeth sunk inside my lips. “Damn, I wish I can fuck you, but I truly did come here to play.” Then he let go of me after teasing me, Asshole. We got down from the carousel and headed straight to the Ferris wheel. It was huge and mighty, and the guy that worked there helped us get in.

“Hiding from the cameras?” “Trying to catch my breath,” I said. “You helped that teammate so quietly. Why act like the arrogant captain when they’re rolling?” He looked away for a second then stepped closer. “The show wants fights and drama. Not me taping sticks at midnight or making sure the rookies eat right. Easier to play the role they expect.” The lead producer clapped loudly. “Great footage today, you two. But we need a bigger spark for the fans. Big announcement for the next twenty-four hours you and Nate will be handcuffed together. The live challenge starts at dawn. Every argument, every meal, every moment on camera.”

"Hi! Matt, We're here again. How are you? You know I missed you so much." "Hello, Daddy. Mommy and I brought flowers for you. Do I look pretty, Daddy? Look at my dress, it's beautiful, right? And my hair Is long now. Mommy never cut it short because she said you like it long. And Daddy, next month, Mommy said I'm going to school. yayy!!! I'm going to have a new friend, not only Nanny Sarah. She's old for me." She pouted. "I'm not old. I'm only twenty." Sarah defended herself.

Back at Declan's and my shared home, I looked at the small cuts covering the soles of my feet. I cleaned them with rubbing alcohol, numb to the sting, and glanced around the room out of habit. The home that had once felt warm had slowly been filled with Petra's things without my ever noticing. "Wren, Petra gave me this stuffed rabbit. Put it on the couch for me. I want to see it every day. "Wren, Petra got me this tie. Isn't it nice?

"Nicole, this is my birthday present for you! Happy birthday! I hope you stay pretty every day." Nicole took it, already smiling, but paused after a closer look. Something about it felt…off. "What did you draw?" she asked. There were circles, triangles, and rectangles all over the page. It looked a little abstract. Then again, Poppy was five. Expectations had to stay realistic. Poppy leaned in to explain. "This is Zeph, this is you, this is me, and this is Cola. We're all holding hands and living happily in the same house."

Thinking of him makes me homesick. "Shit! I had the blow dryer on I didn't hear you come in!" Poppy emerges from her bedroom before jumping with fright at the sight of me leaning against the kitchen counter. She's dressed like an absolute goddess; her skin immaculately tEloised and flawless, make up perfect, dress short and legs long. She must have a date with Adan tonight.

Slowly, I turned. A girl leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. She was tall, sharp-eyed, with heavy eyeliner and a red dress that clung to her curves. I recognized her immediately—Marina. One of the favorites here. One of the ones who never had to beg for food or cry in the dark. “I don’t have time for this,” I said softly, trying to move past her. She stepped in my way, lips curving into a mocking smile. “Of course you don’t. You’re too busy running off to play pet for the Don.” Her eyes flicked to my trembling hands. “You danced for him, didn’t you? Everyone’s been talking.”

Countless times I had found myself twisting my nipples or sliding my fingers in and out of my hole while thinking about him. Three years later, we returned home for Mia’s twenty-first birthday celebration, and I felt a mixture of excitement and anticipation. I hadn’t seen the pack in so long, and the thought of reuniting with everyone filled me with happiness. As usual the party went well, and at the end of the day we were really exhausted and I offered to sleep over at Mia's

It was a ploy to make the bureau think that they’d won, they’d already made the plans to swap Lucian for Ryan, and pin him as their biggest target of the year, but it was our game, our deception to keep me clean, to keep me alive. I reached D-17, the cell’s door a slab of steel, its window dark. I slid the stolen key, in my hands steady, the lock turning, the door creaking open. Lucian sat on the bunk, his silhouette sharp, his eyes glinting in the dim light, his face bruised but unbroken, his lips curling into a faint smile. “Butterfly, you’re late,” he said, his voice low, rough, his eyes locking on mine, a spark of warmth cutting through the cell’s chill.

, Mildred agreed as they looked at Fernanda fast asleep and excited to see her reaction when she finally saw her baby again. Some time passed and the ladies started getting anxious as the minutes went by, it was only twenty minutes later but to them it felt like hours, Gavin walked in holding his daughter and looking super exhausted and happy at the same time. Mildred hurriedly received her grandchild and begun to do a little dance as she walked around the room with her, Stacey was in tears again after seeing that the little princess was safe and sound. Stacey saw her boyfriend walk through the door after Gavin and ran to hug him and thank him for his help, “Thank you so much”.