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Bethel, get me a new dress, size seven". Gordon says, over the phone. Rosaline was shocked that he knows her size, but she could only smile. He has promised her today, he is just fulfilling his promise. "I need the best make up artist". He says again to someone over the phone. She feared her face must have been really scared by the slap, the guard gave her. Rosaline still tried to sound calm. "Who is the lady from the board earlier? Rosaline asked, looking down. "You mean the only lady among the board members? He asked and Rosaline nodded as to say yes. "She is my chief accountant. Miss Bella

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

ROSALINE I was dressed in a carton brown body con dress. It was floor length and had two spaghetti straps. I was glad it was padded so I wouldn't need to wear a bra and keep checking my breasts every now and then. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled at my reflection. I paired it with a pair of black heels and wore a simple diamond necklace and earrings. I wore clean makeup and chose to use gloss instead of lipstick. I let my curly hair loose to hang around my waist in full volume and grinned at how I looked.

After opening all the plates, she stood up. Martin swallowed as she walked seductively to the door. She locked it and walked to his table. She sat on it and opened her legs widely. Martin's breath hitched as he stared as her bare vagina. It was shaved clean, just the way he loved it. He managed to rest his back on the sofa. He was suddenly not hungry for food anymore. The woman unbuttoned her shirt completely. Afterwards, she dipped her index and middle fingers into her mouth while maintaining direct eye contact with her boss. She was his personal chef and also his sex toy.

Arthur cut her off and handed her this card of his which the lady took. I rolled my eyes. “He has a payment chart…he sure is living like a president.” Payment was made. Three of the security men I had earlier seen standing by the door came forward and started to lift the shopping bags out. Alpha Arthur effect, I guess. “Thanks for coming, ma’am. Have a nice day.” The lady said as I left. We took the elevator. Arthur made sure to look anywhere else which wasn’t at me. Thanks to the men carrying the shopping bags that somehow helped hid the awkwardness in the elevator.

Emery who clearly had too much to drink. I swear I have seen him turn every shade of color in the last few days, “Connelly, can you shut the fuck up? I’m on the verge of puking up my guts and the last thing I need to hear about is my best friends sex life.” I wanted to laugh but I was still a little ticked off about the blonde bimbo taking Dalton into his office and acting like she owned the place, “Who the hell was that Maxine girl with the awful attitude and clear as day crush on Dalton?” Nick and Con looked up at me and Nick took a sip of his coffee and cleared his throat, “She is one of the lead warriors that guards the border.” He glanced out of the side of his eye and I heard a thump

✨✨✨✨✨ Russell I drove to the small grocery outlet in town, parked the car, and headed inside. The place looked more prominent than the last time I was here. Indeed, this place was remodeled. No wonder it was closed off last year. "Hey, Patty!" I greeted an elderly lady at the register. She had worked here for as long as I could remember. "Hi, honey. It's good to see you back home. I hear you brought home a hottie with you. When can we meet her?" She says, making me lower my head to cover my blush as I chuckled.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

“Thanks to you, everyone’s scorning us for having a loose woman among our kin! Thanks to you, the good name of the Carters has been sullied!” “I didn’t do anything of that sort!” Faye rebuked hotly. “I’ve explained it to all of you before already—the chairman of Violet Vision never bedded me. I’m untouched!” “That’s what she always says, isn’t it? Who would believe that? Do you really think we are morons who are easily duped?” Howard interjected, the abnormal inflection in his voice suggesting an accusatory undertone. “That man is the chairman of Violet Vision, isn’t he? Why would a hotshot lend you a handsome sum of three million dollars without getting anything in return—not even your body

She straightens as we reach the official line of executives men and women in tailored suits, standing just outside the rink barrier. “This is Coach Reese Hyacinth,” Rosabelle announces. “New strategic consultant for the Chicago Vortex.” The group turns toward me, offering polite smiles, firm handshakes. “Nice to meet you, Coach Hyacinth,” one of them says — a tall man with silver hair and sharp blue eyes. “I’m Howard Crenshaw, General Manager. We’re pleased to have you join us.” His handshake lingers a little longer than necessary. I smile politely. “The pleasure’s mine.”