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Phoebe felt someone sit beside her bed, it's slightly sag it was the sign that someone sat there. “Flower, what's the problem? We're okay lately, hmm.” “Just let me go outside Zane, so we're good.” He didn't talk for awhile. “No. Why are you calling me Zane? You're mad at me.” He really won't let her go? Then fine! She were going to sleep again than she eat the food they're cooked together. It's okay to be starve than eating that food of them. She close her eyes and let him talk.

Caleb's POV ~ I crack an eyelid open only to hiss and slap a hand over my face immediately. A sharp beam of light already pierce through the gap in the curtains and is stabbing directly into my pupil. My head feels heavy but I sit up and swiftly look over at the small bed in the corner. Zane is nowhere to be found. The sheets are pulled up neat which means he’s been up for a long time. Is Zane avoiding us? I assume it's just because Cade told Zane we have our scary bone-breaking training today.

I plead, “So turn the computer off. I need you to be supportive. It's not like I have anyone else in my life that supports my decisions and this is important to me. He is the only person I have felt a connection to in a long time. Don't take that from me. Please.” “Oh, God. You don't have to get so emotional,” raising her body from the computer chair and meandering into the kitchen. She grabs a bottle of Pinot from the counter. I'm not much of a wine drinker but I always seem to have plenty around. A couple years ago Nancy had a wine party and I won some wine of the month club membership so every quarter I get delivered a box of wine. Who am I to complain about free booze, but I always wo

" Renee rushed forward to yank the door open, but I stopped her. Then I took a deep breath—not to steady my nerves, but to make sure my voice came out cold and steady. When I opened the door, Zane stood there looking pathetic in the night air. His hair was a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a clear handprint on his cheek. The moment he saw me, it was as if he had spotted his lifeline. He lunged forward and tried to pull me into his arms, but I stepped aside, and his hands froze midair. As he stumbled back, his eyes were full of hurt and disbelief. "Sadie… a-are you really doing this to me?" he stammered. "Listen to me—Cassie is just an intern. S-She's just too young to know any b

Aron thanked her and inquired about Zea's whereabouts. "Zea left earlier today after receiving an urgent phone call," Jen informed him. "She didn't say goodbye or provide any details about where she was headed." Concern washed over Aron, but he decided to wait until morning to reach out to Zea's friends and family for assistance. In the meantime, he searched for any clues within their home, hoping to piece together her location. It was then that he noticed Zea's laptop still on the table, an open document titled "The Experiment" catching his eye.

Zane laughed, catching it easily. "See? Teamwork." Ryan exhaled loudly, running a hand through his hair. "Why did I even agree to live with you..." Zane Smiled lightly for that, getting up at last.He began picking up things randomly, opening boxes without care. As they sorted through bags and boxes, Zane's eyes suddenly fell on something. A diary. Something about it instantly caught his attention. Without thinking much, he picked it up and slowly opened it. The very first page made his breath hitch.

My hand instinctively moved between my thighs, gently rubbing my sensitive clit as memories of Zane destroying me flooded my mind. The bathroom door suddenly opened. I froze. Zane stepped inside, still fully dressed, holding a stack of my books he’d 'borrowed' earlier. His steel-grey eyes immediately darkened as they landed on my wet, naked body behind the glass. "Fuck…" he muttered, dropping the books on the counter without caring where they landed. "Zane..." I started, but he was already stripping. His shirt came off, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. Then his pants dropped, and his massive, thick cock sprang free, already rock hard and angry.

To fuck her until she forgot her name and only remembered his name and his cock buried deep inside her. “Get me the girl,” Zane ordered, slamming the empty glass of Dr pepper he loved more than anything. The drink was a cold drink on a parched throat, licking sweetness from lips, crunching up ice cubes as he fixed his sharp eyes on his prize. He saw how women were busy trying to catch his attention.

Dylan shook hands with Zane. "Nice work man. You see how easy it is. Very soon, you'll be the king of your own castle" he said. Zane chuckled and found somewhere to sit. "I would like to undress her and oil her body if you don't mind. I want my hand lingering all over the body she doesn't want me to touch. Perhaps, I could use my lips for some part" he murmured.