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Wearing a mischievous smile, Alyssa grabbed the microphone, halfheartedly slapping that little red sequined jacket on so that it covered her nipples—barely. “Thank you for coming tonight, y’all,” she breathed, still panting. “Your enthusiasm for the past five years has made Sexy Sirens a truly special place. I’m thrilled you came to spend your evening with me.” She batted her black lashes over her baby blues, working the crowd. Luc wanted to vomit. No, that wasn’t true. He wanted to pick her up, throw her over his shoulder, and forbid her to ever return here or take her clothes off in public again.

It had fractured things, but it had also freed me. “Sophia wants to meet,” I told him, turning in his arms. “She’s been blowing up my phone with support and memes about us being the new power couple. She’s worried but thrilled.” Damien’s lips curved into a rare half-smile. “Your friend has good instincts. Let her come here if you want. Marcus will handle security.” His hands slid down to grip my ass, pulling me flush against his hardening cock. “But first… I need you again.”

The music went loud, clear and sexy. I smirked and the 'seduce Farris Gabriel Carter plan' is now on. You want Anne Mortiz? I won't let you Farris. You want another girl? I won't fucking let you Farris. I want your eyes on mine. I want your attention to me. I would make you mine until you are on my mercy...until you beg and plead for more.

"I'm 33, I'm done with the whole one week-two weeks fucking thing. I want a real deal." I scoff at the irony of that, "A real deal? From a sugar baby agency? Are you sure you're at the right platform? Shouldn't it be a match-making agency or something?" But damn, 33? He's too young to be a sugar daddy. Why won't he do things the conventional way? I'm pretty sure the girls will be lining up from here to the next country if he advertises the offer. He shakes his head as he laughs, "I know I'm at the right place, but I can't tell you more until you sign an NDA."

My jaw dropped, “T-The owner of this mall?!” Oh you are so dumb, Sunny. This demon here is a CEO, okay? Not just a mere CEO but the richest CEO in the country. Damon first went inside a boutique where dresses, most are pink in color were being displayed. He was taking every dress from the stall and checks if it suits me. “Here, try wearing these and we’ll see what suits you.” He said as he handed me five pink dresses with different styles. “Wait, why do I have to wear them? And what are you planning to do?” I asked him.

For all we know, all of them are single. ‘That makes me wonder - why did their picture in bed come out now? Who even takes pictures like this? It looks like the paparazzi caught them in the act, or maybe it was planned. The timing of it looks odd.’ ‘What’s odd about it? President Smith is scum, and the so-called Mrs. Liliana is a cheater and a homewrecker. #boycottSmithGroup #boycottL&LDesigns’ ‘Like you could afford L&L Designs!’

A soft, steady rhythm, marking time in a way that made the silence between them unbearable. “I need to ask you something,” he said, stepping closer, but still keeping enough distance to make the tension unbearable. “And I need you to answer honestly.” Her stomach tightened. “What is it?” “Do you want this?” The words were low, deliberate, impossible to ignore. “Do you want… this?”

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

There's something either very wrong with you, or there's something very wrong with you,'" Sunny giggled. "I'd go with both," I went along. "Six is going to have a field day with this," Cash chuckled, "speaking of which where is he?" I asked. " You know who he is?" Westley asked. "Nope! I've heard of him, and I heard him fire the gun shots," I replied. "Oh yeah, thay! He's busy with something, but he should be in later. Has anyone seen Brittany?" Cash asked. "She called in sick today," Sunny replied. "You know this, how?" I asked her.

Without thinking, she tucked it under her arm, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear. As she approached the counter, her steps slowed, her heart pounding in her ears. The cashier, a woman with a knowing smirk, looked up, her eyes flicking to the items in Chloe's hands. Chloe forced a casual smile, her cheeks burning, as she placed the vibrator, dildo, lube, and teddy on the counter. The cashier rang up the purchases with efficient movements, her smirk never wavering. Chloe fumbled with her wallet, her hands shaking, as she paid, the transaction feeling both mundane and surreal.