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I have saved myself for that man, wherever he may be, so I expect him to do the same damn thing. I haven't exactly been expecting to find a mate anytime soon, but I do know that a mating bond is something extremely sacred. And yes, I know I am only twenty years old, but by now, almost everyone has already lost their V-card. All, except me. Even Marissa had lost her V-card to the scumbag that rejected her. I wanted to rip his damn head off when I found he had slept with her and rejected her the next day. Seems like all the men want only sex. It's disgusting.

the guy with the wavy blonde hair jokes once we’re within earshot. Reid leans in toward me, slipping an arm around my shoulders. “Don’t listen to Jax,” he murmurs teasingly. “He’s just salty that so many of these females can kick his ass.” “I heard that,” Jax calls, shooting Reid a glare. He slides his gaze over to me. “For the record, Serena, that’s not true.” “Sure it isn’t,” the Jason Momoa lookalike chuckles, tucking Astrid under his arm.

she sarcastically said. Drake’s jaw clenched. He tightened his grip on Emily’s arms. ‘Let him be, Emily. He’s affected,’ Leia thought through her mind. “I didn’t know you’re that affected without my presence—” He cut her off by slapping her face hard. “I’m done with your shits, Emily!” Drake shouted nonchalantly. His booming voice echoed in the special room. “What? If you’re done with my bullshits, well, Drake. . . I’m done with yours too!” she growled. “Slap me? Go ahead. I don’t fucking care at all!”

I inquired. Linda looked at me with a smile, placing her hands on me as she replied, "We were just talking about you. I was actually telling him to be my mate so I could have your life, but he's a knucklehead." I chuckled at her words and glanced at Drake, who joined in the laughter. "Well, it's not a crime. I think the two of you would make a good match," I commented, amused by their banter. Linda smiled warmly, and then I reclined back on the couch, gazing at them.

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, Liam said smiling pleasantly. Adrian scoffed loudly, “Cool my foot! This guy sure is Rowen's blood”. Adrian picked up his phone and checked the comments again. It was majorly filled with praises of Liam and also people wishing Adrian Grey of Perchy Peach could show such friendliness to him as he seems such a good person. Adrian knew he needed damage control in place as soon as possible. Should he open the Pandora's box? Wouldn't Los Angeles turn into a battleground? He was still considering the odds when an idea struck his mind.

Adrian laughs at me, a smirk on his face. He goes to the small box and turns the pads up to a stronger voltage. Damian curses and thrashed his shoulders against the ropes. "Let's play a game. If Damian makes me cum within five minutes, I won't shock Marcus' cock cage," Adrian says. Damian looks nervous and sends me a sorry look. I watch as Damian gives his all to make Adrian cum, sucking on his cock like he would with someone he cares for. It hurts to see the pained expression on his face as Adrian moans. Suddenly Adrian pulls out of Damian's mouth and turns to me.

Then Adriano suddenly laughed. Dante frowned immediately, "What the fuck are you laughing at?" I looked at him. Adriano was staring at the grave with the strangest grin on his face. He crouched down slowly. His fingers brushed across the marble, "Mom," he said, "Mom, I'm about to tell you something that would've made your entire fucking year." Dante sighed. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Adriano pointed directly at me, "Your favorite little genius is completely screwed."

“Oh hell no, if it’s going to rile you up this much and put you off your game then she’s definitely in.” “Agreed,” Lemar said grinning. “Fresh blood.” Dev nodded thoughtfully. “Probability improves with unpredictability.” I blinked, not expecting this at all. “Guys—” I started, looking at Adriano’s stony face intending to just refuse. Adriano stood and cut me off. “She’s not playing.” “Outvoted,” Mason said cheerfully, ignoring his icy glare. I looked at Adriano. Really looked at him. His jaw was tight, irritation flickering just beneath that immaculate control.