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“I wanted to see you before I go. I’m marrying Juliet in a few weeks, and we are moving to Dublin to live with her parents. Although we are going to stay in Brooklyn for a few days. We can catch up.” I shook my head in disbelief. “Is this why you came to see me? To catch up?” I smirked humorlessly. “Anton, you don’t catch up. Not with even Samuel or me. You’re always in your own world. So, tell me, why are you here?”

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Jen smiled and told his life story and his thoughts. A few minutes had been passed. They both decided to leave the mall. "I think we only have one year to meet up" as Loki said. "what do you mean about one year? are you going to leave for real?" Jen muttered "No, calm down a bit, Jen " "I just want to transfer a new University and focus on study" "I won't allow you. Since I prefer to meet you every weekend or months" "Don't worry. We won’t break up. I promise" Loki insisted

I said, but I didn’t move away. “Good.” His hand slid to the back of my neck, possessive, and pulled me in. The kiss demanding, I groaned into his mouth, one hand fisting his suit jacket. When we broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were darker. “Been wanting to do that since you walked in.” “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is insane. You’re getting married in twenty minutes.” Damien’s grip tightened on my neck, thumb pressing just under my jaw. “The wedding’s arranged. Family expectations. But the second I saw you…” He backed me against the door, body pinning mine. “I’ve been half-hard thinking about bending you over in that bridal suite.”

Sharon giggled. “You know what the good news is? We can have as many as we want. Together.” She kissed Beth’s lips with light feathery touches that were more affectionate. “And trust me, we’re going to have a lot of sex together from now on. You’re so gorgeous.” Beth slid into her arms and the two women laid together, kissing gently and talking about how amazing it was feeling their bodies together. They started to talk about fantasies and things that they wanted to explore. And the fact they still had two nights remaining to spend together in the hotel suite in paradise.

She repeated her question, seductive eyes roaming him from top to bottom. That was all it took for his hesitation to dissolve. He pulled her closer, arms circling her waist as he leaned into her. He deepened the kiss, erasing every reason he had to stop. They nibbled on each other’s lips, slowly, at first. Unrushed. But intensified when their souls were fully consumed, begging for a deeper connection. Their wet tongues tangled, mouths moving in sync with their lust towards each other. By the time they pulled away, they were breathless. Mouths swollen, tongues tingling, but they weren’t done.

“Any more?” “Oh, yes.” I lowered my pen dramatically and continued. “Rule twelve: no romantic expectations until I decide the environment is safe.” His eyes locked onto mine. I pretended not to notice. “Rule thirteen: no one gets to call me Mrs. Blackwood in a smug voice.” A faint pause. “Rule fourteen: no gifts that are secretly threats.” His gaze sharpened. “You’ve had those before.” I didn’t answer. He didn’t press. I wrote the final one with visible satisfaction.

More… specific. I read romance novels and decided the first step to getting his attention was to make him see me as something other than Jane’s little friend. I started wearing shorter skirts when I knew I’d see him. Tighter tops. I’d pull my hair up to expose my neck, mimicking gestures I’d seen in movies. But he never gave me a second glance. Not until I went for the nuclear option. Last night, I sent him photos. Not just any photos. Explicit ones. Carefully angled, lit by the dim lamp in my dorm room, leaving nothing to the imagination. I sent them to his private email, the one I’d memorized from seeing it on paperwork years ago.