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he barked at his assistant, Jude, who had just entered the office. He had told him to get the video taken down from the internet. He didn't want the video to remain online. There was still a possibility that he and Elowen could get back together, and the video being online would become a problem then. "Sir, we are trying to get the video down, but it's hard," Jude said quickly, frightened by his boss's tone. "I don't care how you do it. Get it taken down!" Adrian shouted, his eyes staring sharply at his assistant as if he was the reason the video was online.

He had Italy's top goldsmiths forge a solid gold cross taller than a man. He dropped millions on a private Mediterranean island—naming it after her. For the first time ever, the reclusive Don went public with a social handle: LoveLucy. His first post was a sickly-sweet declaration: [Thank you to the most important woman in my life, Lucy, for giving me my firstborn son. My life is now complete.] The press conference dragged on for three days. Every major family, politician, and business shark filled the hall. Cameras flashed as Vincent posed with Lucy on his arm, all smiles.

The men lead me to a secluded area, the table has a number of expensive bottles and Santino opens on and swings it in his mouth. I sit at the far corner and remain quiet. Maximo as usually has his cigar and blowing off some smoke from his nose. The men look hot. Maximo’s takes off his leather jacket, while Santino removes his bow tie and throws it somewhere near the bottles. “ Drink up! Don’t pretend like you don’t drink,” Santino's dark eyes dare me. I look elsewhere. My mind is somewhere else, I have to find a way of sneaking out and finding my Besto key before someone gets their hands on it.

I have to pray they don't say something that will get us in trouble. ------------------------------------ JULIA Are u okay drinking? NEET Yup but I haven't drank in a while ETHAN I didn't think that a nerd will be in drinking, interesting. NEET *eye rolling* It's not a law that a nerd can't drink or is there? DRACO *smirk* No there isn't, now let's stop wasting time and get drunk. ALEX The rule is whoever doesn't wanna do the dare or say the truth will have to drink 4 shots straight.

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Paul’s POV “Oh, fuck off, Dante,” I chuckled. “You can’t take a mulligan on every single hole.” Dutton and Nathan are laughing their asses off. “I told you, I’m not a golfer,” Dante said, teeing up his shot. “You need to give me a mulligan or a shot differential.” Nathan coughed the word ‘pussy’. “Very funny, Nathan,” Dante scowled. At least we’re done after this hole. Honestly, we were drinking more than we were playing. Well, except for Nathan. He kept looking at the tracker on his phone.

4 : "Skinny Dip" Skinny Dip 4 "S-skinny dipping?" I ask nervously. It's been seven fucking months since the last time I've seen an actual penis. Gage nods. "Yeah, it's gonna be fun for sure." He says seriously. Holy shit, he's not fucking serious right now, can't he? "Are you crazy?!" I gaped. "I'm not gonna swim naked in front of you!" He grins. "Who says with the lights on?"

“I’ll make sure it’s airtight.” Dominic studied me for a long moment. “If you do this, there’s no going back.” I met his gaze without flinching. “I know.” The livestream went live at midnight. No production. No filters. Just me, sitting in front of the camera, heart pounding, hands steady. “I’ve been quiet for too long,” I began. “Because I thought silence would protect me. It didn’t.” I spoke about manipulation. About obsession. About the fear of being disbelieved.

"Jamie, how did the blind date go? Ms. Winston said Mr. Zackman is a really nice guy. Did you meet him?" I leaned against a sycamore tree by the roadside. Watching the mottled shadows cast from the tree, I chuckled softly. "Yes." "That's great! What's he like? Is he as Ms. Winston said?" "Yeah, he's got potential," I answered flatly.

I sat with my notebook in my lap and my hands folded over it and kept my breathing even. A man in a dark suit stepped out of the elevator bank and crossed the lobby toward the reception desk. He spoke briefly to the woman behind the counter. She pointed in my direction. He looked at me and then he crossed to where I was sitting. "Miss Arande." I stood. "Mr. Donovan is not available today," he said, his voice professionally flat. "However his office has asked me to inform you that your note has been received." I held his gaze and nodded once.