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Immediately Belinda was done talking, the very night that Ace had an unprotected One Night Stand with a lady he met in a club, hit his memory so hard and left him totally dumbfounded. Before Belinda could say something else, he shockingly muttered the name “Rita”. To be continued

Rhiannon raced ahead of Sandra. She was determined to get as far away as possible from Sandra since her friend wouldn’t stop nagging Rhiannon about Paxton… Again. “I really think you should reconsider giving Paxton a chance, Rina,” Sandra was saying as she caught up to Rhiannon after stooping to tie her tennis shoe. Rhiannon, who had finally had enough, stopped abruptly and gave Sandra a harsh look. “I mean... If someone like Paxton was interested in me and wanted to ‘buy me’ as you put it,” Sandra continued, undeterred, “I’d let him.”

I replied automatically, then ended the call before she could read the distraction in my expression. I sat there for a moment, my unsatisfied cock pressing uncomfortably against my zipper, then figured I might as well finish what we'd started. I freed myself again, stroking with more determination this time, trying to focus on Jenna's image, on the memory of being inside her, but my mind kept wandering to inappropriate places. To Sandra's flushed face during training, the way her tank top had clung to curves I had no business noticing, the scent of her arousal that I'd definitely caught at least once today mixing with something else, something masculine that made my wolf snarl with territori

When the movie ended, Sandra excused herself to go back to her room and do a video call with her boyfriend. ​It was 8:30pm. Since she sleeps by 10pm, she decided to watch one more movie before going to bed. This time, she didn't want a comedy or an action movie. She wanted to watch something naughty. Something that would match the strange, heavy feeling she had been carrying in her chest since she came. ​She picked up the remote and chose steamy romance movies. Among them were 365 Days, Fifty Shades of Grey, High Society, and other erotic movies. She looked at the posters of the movies, seeing the way the actors were holding each other.

Sandra replied obediently. To calm her chaotic mind a bit after meeting Bryan, Renee asked Sandra to make her a cup of warm chocolate. Sandra immediately made the warm chocolate that Renee asked for. And after that, Sandra left Renee alone to give her peace of mind. Renee also seemed to sip a cup of warm chocolate made by Sandra. Now Renee's image begins to recall memories a few years ago, more precisely when Renee first fell in love for the first time and at that time Renee's first love was directed at a handsome male figure who was none other than Bryan.

**Author's POV** Sandra couldn't stand seeing Arnold looking so down, she decided to help him take his mind off his worries through sex. She walked to where he laid on the bed and got on top of him, then she began to romance his bare chest while grinding her ass on his dick. Arnold wouldn't even dare to resist a temptation like her. Sandra slowly took off her dress and then she threw it on the floor, she was now completely naked before him. Arnold smacked his lips as his hands grabbed her full boobs and then he squeezed them, causing Sandra to moan in both pain and pleasure.

********** Damian swirls the dark vintage in his goblet, watching the red liquid cling to the crystal before taking a slow, deliberate sip. The taste is heavy on his tongue, rich and bitter, much like the current state of his affairs. His mind, however, is far from the paperwork scattered across his mahogany desk. It is fixated on the new arrival—the gift from Alpha Kael. Aiden. The omega is a rarity, a specimen of such delicate, refined beauty that Damian has seen few like him in his years. He has fucked countless omegas, bent them over every surface in this palace, but this one is different. There is a glint in Aiden’s eyes, a calculated reserve that screams of cunning. He is playing hard

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

LiamFan1: “You mean that rough looking girl or whatever she is? Sandra: “Exactly! Don’t you think it’s strange? Liam doesn’t act like himself anymore. She’s manipulating him, I just know it.” LiamFan2: “OMG, are you saying she’s using witchcraft or something?!” Sandra smirked, encouraged by their responses. Ridiculous as it sounded, her jealousy twisted her perception, making the most absurd notions seem plausible. Sandra: “I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s nothing special, yet Liam’s been keeping her around. It doesn’t make any sense unless she’s casting some kind of spell on him.” The chat erupted in responses as the fans debated Sandra’s theory, some hesitant, others eager to believe. Fue

Instead of driving anywhere expensive, we walk into a tiny independent bookstore tucked between a bakery and an old tailor's shop. The owner smiles the moment we enter. "Take your time." Sandra's eyes immediately light up. "I forgot how much I love bookstores." "I can tell." "You know what we should do?" "I'm already worried." "We each find the worst romance novel cover." "That's the competition?" "The loser buys dinner." "I accept." Ten minutes later, we meet beside the checkout counter. Sandra proudly holds up a novel featuring a shirtless pirate hugging a woman while lightning strikes behind them.