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They speculated that Dax and Caroline would inevitably get back together, leaving me as the unfortunate casualty of their story. There were those who lashed out at Caroline, calling her a fake and a liar, suggesting that her past actions had tainted her reputation beyond repair. The online world was a harsh judge, anyone would be judged anyway. The internet could be relentless, and the reality was everyone had an opinion about everyone's lives and the choices they made, something we had no control over.

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

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I replied and she smiled. "So for our trip, which country do you wanna go?" I asked. "Our trip? Thought I was going alone." "Of course not, who knows what kind of men you'll meet there, I'm definitely going with you." I said. "Oh God, please don't tell me..." "Yes, I am the jealous type." I said interrupting her and she laughed. "Fine then, let's go on a trip together, let's go to Italy." THE END Dear readers, please kindly rate this my lowly piece of writing. Your ratings and comments help me to know where I need to improve on in my next write-up.

“Rachel is your childhood friend, and she knows everything about you. She’s definitely better than the other woman outside.” “Not necessarily. You can’t judge a book by its cover, after all,” Matthew sneered. He clearly knew what kind of person Rachel was. As he thought of how his mother praised Rachel for being gentle and kind, Matthew’s heart began to beat frantically. Was his mother not a gentle and kind person too?

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

He was a beautiful mess. Usually, seeing him like this was enough to set me off. “Nothing,” I muttered. I returned my lips to his. The kiss was rougher this tiime, more aggressive. He moaned as I bit his lower lip and sucked it in my mouth. For some reason, the sound irritated me. How had I never noticed how soft Xavier’s voice was? It was too delicate, too smooth. It was so unlike Adrian’s deep voice. So unlike the way he had sounded when I was pounding into him…

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

he groaned, gripping my hips as he started pounding. Each thrust slammed deep, balls slapping my clit, the desk creaking under us. I could feel every inch, every vein dragging along my walls. “Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me like you mean it. Own this pussy.” Roman snarled and gave it to me, hips snapping faster, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while the other fisted my hair. “Like this? You love taking my cock at work, don’t you? Greedy little slut for your boss.”

She drops onto the couch opposite him, legs folding beneath her. “What’re you reading?” He lifts the book slightly. The Collected Stories of Nabokov. “Jesus,” she says, grinning. “You never change.” His eyes narrow faintly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “I don’t know. Depends on how you were to begin with.” “Grace,” he says, her name like a warning—but there’s amusement too, buried under the low timber of his voice. “Are you trying to provoke me already?”