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Maggie paused, “Remind me, how did you ruin your hair again?” I took a deep breath. “I’ve already said this a thousand times. I wanted to go for a walk but I knew mother wouldn’t let me. So, I jumped out of the window and landed on the garden, tripped and fell into mud. I’m sorry.” Maggie shrieked, “What kind of bride jumps out of a window on her wedding day? What if you broke your leg or worse…your neck?” The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum.

I noticed that Kingston was not beside me. "I stood up and went to the washroom.I collected my toothbrush and brushed my teeth when I was done .I had a quick bath .I guess Kingston already went to work. I came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around my body and bumped into Kingston who held me preventing me from falling.He was dressed for work.He looked like those sexy CEO in romance novels.He looked really great in his suit.Well Kingston is so handsome and is good at manipulating people like he did to me.

He planted a soft kiss on my knuckles, bringing a smile to my face. “Sure, Mr vampire.” We relished the delicious meal, talked and exchanged loving glances. The atmosphere filled with an air of contentment and happiness. As dessert arrived, Jonathan presented a small box adorned with a satin ribbon and placed it in front of me. My heart skipped a beat as I untied the ribbon and opened the box, revealing a delicate necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart. “Oh, Jonathan, it’s beautiful.” I exclaimed, feeling a surge of emotions welling up inside me.

He holds her account, but he doesn’t open it because he trusts Heart. He feels tempted now. Maybe there’s someone chatting with her, making advances and offering something that he offered but wasn’t able to fulfill it yet. Lux opened the crumpled paper as he faced the door of the master’s bedroom, just in front of Lush’s door. Mistress! Fuck. That’s the first thing he read, and he didn’t see the following words. Just with that word, he felt like he wanted to kill someone. Did her young wife-to-be receive some insult from the university?

He was close now—close enough for him to feel the subtle scent of jasmine and vanilla that clung to her skin. “Mia,” he said, his voice low and steady. He extended his hand, palm facing upward, his actions measured and intentional. “Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?” Her lips parted, but no sound came out. For a moment, all she could do was stare. She was used to his serious and guarded side, but at this moment, he was gentle and unexpectedly charming. “I… I think I’ll pass, sorry…” she declined but Zac had no plans to back down.

I can't seem to place my finger on it I gulp watching him move forward in the mirror, his gaze dropping down my thighs down to my feet in a pair of black strapless heels. He steps closer to me, the material of his clothing touching mine, my heart can't seem to stop racing, sweat covers my forehead, and the words I wanted to speak are hooked somewhere in between my sudden adoration for this man and the reckless passion we seem to share but can't do anything about. “My Bedda mia” he whispers his fingers softly brushing my bare arm while I stand in absolute confusion Am I meant to be so attracted to a contracted husband? How do we share so much romantic tension that it could cut through a diamo

~Trust me, there is somebody for everybody.~ Rome’s raging desire for this red-haired beauty is so intense that it practically steals his breath. After dancing, they join the others at their table. "What brings you out tonight?" Rome asks, adjusting his throbbing erection and inadvertently ignoring Gavin and Candance "We're celebrating my friend's promotion," Bridgette says, smiling. "Well, congratulations. My friend Rome just got promoted, too. Let's have another round of Jose," Rome tells the waitress.

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"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

The scent of roses filled the air too sweet, too heavy. She couldn’t stop shaking. Her hands gripped the bedsheet. Her heart thumped painfully in her chest. The door opened. Damian entered first. His black tie hung loose, his shirt slightly undone. His presence filled the room sharp, powerful, cold. Behind him came Darius, his steps slower, his expression calmer, almost regretful. Lena’s breath caught. Her whole body froze. Damian’s eyes locked on her. “You are ours now, Lena,” he said, his deep voice echoing through the room. “There is no going back.”