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"Two pair, beat that." Alanna and Ricki both laughed, tossing their cards, and I grinned in victory, "Flush of hearts. The pot is mine." "What up mothafuckaaa's!" Malena crowed, flipping her cards over dramatically. "Four of a kind bitches, I win." "Fuck," I said, laughing at her antics. Malena was usually quieter and more demure, but was obviously comfortable with her friends and roommates in private more than she was at parties. I liked this side of her, even if it meant I was losing. It was a little more like Alanna.

’ It read. Signed: Monroe With a little heart beside their last name. I got out of bed and reached for the phone camera I had hidden. The poor thing was out of battery, but I got the film out and grabbed my laptop. I put my earpods on and started playing the video, it was all there, from the moment I came into the room with Mrs Monroe up until the time Elena rode Marcus’s cock while I rode his face. Best fucking ride of my life I might add.

Clara stands up and sits on top of the table directly in front of me, never breaking contact with my skin. She sits straight, her breasts just within reach. Flash growls as she spreads her legs and drops one on either side of me. Her warmth pressing against my body. The soft skin of her thighs, the hem of her sheer skirt just barely covering the naked pussy underneath. My skin erupts in goosebumps and guilt riddles me as my cock swells fast and hungry against my pants. I close my eyes to try and shut out the view before me but Flash is panting and I’m fighting a losing battle as his thoughts flit through my mind. There’s no guilt in his mind, he sees Clara as his mate as much as Kacie.

*Flashback* Went downstairs for breakfast, refused the yummy macaroni and cheese that was offered, preferred bread and Nutella and a glass of juice, ate only two slices of bread without any juice, got irritated by Ashlyn and gave her a good reason to cry, got back upstairs, locked the door, feeling triumphant for putting Ashlyn down, heard Leone's voice at the door, refused to open the door for him, felt threatened by him, informed of a guest's arrival, got irritated by Leone, looking for a million reasons to remain angry, stomach rumbled and now we're back here wondering why this flashback was necessary and remembering how big of an appetite she has. *End of flashback*

Julian pushed him. Only then did Malcolm look at him excitedly, "Julian, quick, pinch me." He was afraid that he was dreaming. Julian was speechless. However, he smirked. What a good opportunity! He gritted his teeth and squeezed Malcolm's thigh. Malcolm cried out in pain. The people around them looked at him strangely. Feeling the intense pain, Malcolm knew that he was not dreaming. He quickly chased after Marilyn and Dominic. Julian shook with laughter. The revenge was so satisfying that he wanted to tell the world.

I forced my hand out, and the flash drive landed heavily in my palm. It was sleek, metallic. And from what he’d said, it wasn’t a normal flash drive, but loaded with malware that would d******d updates and rewrite data in real time. I licked my lips at the possibility of finally getting all the answers. I lifted my eyes to him. “And you’ll really let me go?” Giannis leaned back, waving as if this were a friendly chat. “Of course. I’m nothing if not a gentleman.” The image of the blonde woman in the club rose in my head. Her lifeless eyes and the sigil carved into her skin. I nearly mentioned it, but I swallowed the words back.

“Look who we have here. If it isn’t Chicago’s washed-up playboy of a second baseman, Ashton Tate, and his forever sidekick, Malcolm Jones.” I slowly turned to see the smug face of the man I hated most in the world, Vincent Malone, my rival since college and the man Liz cheated on me with. The veins in my neck began to throb just at the sight of him. I wanted nothing more than to punch that cocky look off his face, but Malcolm subtly whispered, “Don’t do anything stupid. He’s trying to gaslight you.” I knew he was right, but that wasn’t making it any easier to resist the urge to wipe the floor with him. “What are you doing in LA, Vincent? Did they finally wise up in New York and cut your sorr

Ben had explained to Talia that the storm left them stranded, so he understood her concern when she came rushing out. But when she slapped him hard, he knew he was fucked. "How could you?" she hissed at him, slamming her phone into his chest. There on her phone, playing out before him, was him fucking Malia in the rain. There no audio, the rain drowning them out. The silent images were damning in their brutality. "How did you—" he began, glaring at Malia, then halting, recalling the camera she guarded with her life. Turned out, Malia loved his big, black dick, but she loved her mom more. Talia wouldn't go near a man after this shitshow.

Behind me, Lily’s furious scream rang out. “Aaron! You ungrateful bastard! Get back here!” [ Ding! Received 1,000 Malice Points from Lily Foster. Cashback of $100,000 has been credited. ] [ Ding! Received 600 Malice Points from Marcus Foster. Cashback of $60,000 has been credited. ] The pleasant chime of the system echoed in my head as I pressed the elevator’s close button. The doors slid shut slowly, sealing off her twisted, furious expression.

Instead of being embarrassed, he ran over to Alice to show her how many likes his picture had gotten. “Wow,” Alice smiled. It was nice to see him being happy with himself for a change. It made her dangerous dealings with Adam worth the hassle. “You weren’t flirting with Joseph, were you?” Alice asked. Jamie laughed as if it were the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “Me? Flirting?” Alice chuckled as she went back to her room. As soon as she was alone and behind a locked door, she reopened the picture message from Adam to find he’d sent another message.