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Just on the other side of the gate, the rest of Camp Unplugged have hesitantly emerged – Red and Yellow teams both. “Do not test me,” Nathan warns. “You should know very well that, with the wind chill factor out here, it would be like asking for pneumonia. Also, every single one of these sponge bombs has droplets of pee of yours truly in it. I abso-frickin-lutely guarantee it!” Bug-eyed Kate slowly turns and she and Nathan exchange grave looks. She can’t tell if Nathan is bluffing about the pee part.

The man, feeling his anger justified by the arrival of a seemingly responsible figure, immediately explained, "Sir, I'm just trying to get home, and this young lady here bumped into me. She's been drinking and hurling insults at me for no reason." Nysaa, who had turned to face the intruder, was too intoxicated to immediately recognize the man as Mace. She raised a finger and slurred, "Oh great, another knight in shining armor." Then her eyes widened as the man's features became clearer. Nysaa's drunken realization sent shockwaves of panic through her. It was Mace, the very person she had vowed to take revenge on. Her face turned pale, and she took a hesitant step back, stumbling slightly.

"Please send it on my behalf. I have a patient to attend to." ########## Kasland City. "Consume it, swallow it before I lose my patience with you!" Abigail shouted, fuming with anger. "Abigail, you must control your temper. Dillon is still a baby and can only eat so much. He's full, see how bloated his belly is." Mrs Duke cautioned her daughter.

Lurking Shadows As the celebratory ball continued, Donovan’s success was not without its shadows. In a dimly lit room away from the festivities, members of various campus fraternities gathered for a secret meeting. The air was thick with tension, their faces illuminated only by the flickering light of a television screen broadcasting Donovan's recent speech at the ball.

Declan stood at the island, shirtless again, dumping protein powder into the blender like he owned the entire building. “Rule one.” I yelled over the noise “Shirt On, Now.” He turned the blender off and grinned that cocky, panty-melting smirk. “Rule two, you don’t get to walk around looking like that and then demand I cover up. Those shorts are illegal, Savage.” He shot back. “These are standard athletic wear, you Neanderthal.” I grabbed an apple from the ridiculous fruit basket the sponsor left and hurled it at his head. He caught it one handed, took a bite, and winked. Before I could launch something heavier, my phone started blowing up.

"I'm your fiancé. "You embarrassed your sister in front of everybody. If I don't discipline you, your father and my parents will do worse. "Remember this. After we're married, you won't pull a stunt like this again." "You're not my fiancé. We already—" I never got it out. The guards grabbed me and shoved my head under the water. Winter night. The ornamental pool was ice-cold, nothing like the heated one. The filth and cold sank straight into my bones.

The bartender got their drink. They forgot about me. “I will have a coke thanks for asking!” I yelled over the music. Three pairs of eyes turned to me as if they just realized I was there. Siobhan smiled apologetically. “A coke?” Andre asked. The disco lights gave his eyes a twinkle. “This may be a bar but snorting lines is prohibited here.”

He was groaning under me. "Adriana, damn baby we should stop this. We don't have condoms, I was so upset with you I forgot to buy them. Fuck, you fucking feel so good. Shit! I'm going out and be back soon okay? You stay here." He kissed me hot and deep, making me moaned as I grind him harder.

Almost free. Until someone steps directly in front of me. Tall. Male. Sharp suit and an easy smile. His hair’s styled to perfection, but I’ve never seen him before. Not at a meeting. Not even in passing. “Mr. Hans?” he says smoothly, like he already knows me. “I’m new to the Wren-Hans partnership team. I just joined today. I’ve heard a lot about you.” He leans in. Too close. I tilt my chin, keeping eye contact. “Good for you. Now get out of my way.” But he doesn’t move.