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‘Oh my God can he not do this’ I sighed I packed up for the day, signed out of work and went down to meet Felix I never thought I’d be in a position to buy more than five things from a store. But here I was with a million things (of course not a million) but I mean a whole lot of things and I was just so excited but also shocked. “Do you have this McQueen in silver” I asked the lady attending to me “Yes ma’am. We have it in almost all colors” she said “Pack all of the colors for her” I heard Felix say “What?! That’s absolutely not necessary, i just feel the silver will be really nice” I said trying to persuade him

It seemed to make the moment last longer and end more gently. Marcus had been a champ this evening. He'd been ready to get back at it only a few minutes after blowing a load in her mouth. Once the storm knocked out the power, a lot of guests had started to leave. Headlights were turned on all around them and partygoers constantly walked by. Luckily, they'd already fogged the windows pretty well by then and it was unlikely that anyone had seen them. Still, Tess found the somewhat public aspect of their union to have heightened the arousal for her. She'd have to explore it further before too long.

With all instructions issued, the sky outside was already beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn. After I finished issuing all the commands, it was nearly dawn. I managed to steal a brief hour of rest before heading to the island where the wedding was to take place. I had only just emerged from the dressing room, freshly attired in my custom tuxedo, when a powerful grip suddenly clamped down on my arm. "Just what in the world do you think you're doing, Finn?" Dorothy demanded. "Do you have any idea how much irreversible damage your childish tantrum has caused?"

The moral dilemma had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks, but it finally broke into the open two days after the gala. Elena and Cassian sat in the study with the full detective report spread across the table between them. The documents were damning clear evidence of Richard’s direct involvement in the accident cover-up, the payments to Mara, and the contingency plans to silence Elena if she ever became a threat.

She said I should go for it, so that is what I am going to do. ‘Give them a chance.’ the voice in my head has been nagging. Last night, they invited me on date, they told me that we would make a bunch of popcorn and watch a movie in their theater. Which I didn't know they had in that huge mansion but it would make sense that a place that big has some amazing. For the little at home date, I throw on a small spaghetti strap black cropped shirt that stop at the bottom of my ribs, high waisted shorts and a comfy pink cardigan since the spring weather can sometimes be unpredictable. Sadly, Kate is working extra shift since someone called out so she can't tell me if my outfit is cute or not. As so

Alone. Not Dorian. Not Penelope. Just her. Her fingers tightened around the manila folder she carried smoke-stained, ash-flecked, still warm. Inside it was the original reel from the Archive. And the page bearing Laurent Blackthorn’s name. Her shoes clicked softly against the chamber’s floor as she approached the microphone. Every step sent shivers up her spine. Behind her, cameras flashed. Livestream feeds lit up. Her name Isolde Wrenleigh trended online.

She got dressed and left the room in a hurry, immediately Andrea walked into the room but couldn't find the lady he was with last night, he left her to go settle some work issues but came back to an empty room, He looked around to be sure she was gone but the spotted blood stain on the bed caught his attention, he stared at it for a while and turned to leave, his attention was drawn to a sparking silver bracelet with heart shape design in the middle with a capital letter G and A engulfed on it, close to the bedside, he picked it up, “this must belong to the lady but where could she be" He stormed out of the room, with four-bodied men waiting at the door, all in black tuxedos, fully armed, He

Or was it just the emotions from the week weighing her down? She wiped the tears that streamed down her eyes, hurrying back to her room. She slammed the door and crashed into the cushion. She let out a scream, which got clouded by the cushion. A knock came on her door again and it opened gently. It was Janet. “I'm sorry you had to see that” she apologized. “That was—” “It's okay Janet. I'm fine. It's nothing” she tried composing herself. “Yes?” “Mr. Blackwood wants you in the gallery”

Maureen answered softly. Maureen's words just confirmed my suspicions. There was actually someone watching me. That explains the broken vase. I needed to keep my guard up. I dashed upstairs immediately. My eyes widened in shock when I saw Elena groaning in pain, covered in the pool of her blood. “What the fuck Elena?” I yelled, as confused as ever. ******** Elena opened her eyes slowly and met my gaze. “What happened?” She spoke softly, moving her hand across her tummy. “You bastard, what did you do to my child?” She yelled, pulling her hands away from mine.

I'm currently hungover, laying flat on her bed while she's on top of me, straddling my hips as she explains the events of the movie. "What the fuck?" I respond, my throat feeling dry. "Literally the words that popped up on my screen when they drove two knives into an innocent guy's head." She laughs. "Okay, sold, I'll watch it." I give up my protests. "Many people don't like it, they say it's bad." She trails her index finger along the tattoo on my torso, it's barely a touch, she's just ghosting her finger along the ink but it still makes my skin feel fuzzy, my stomach tightens and my dick twitches.