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"Stop being dramatic." But then her smile faded slightly as she remembered that she had once fainted herself and Ramon had reminded her about it that morning. "I've always been dramatic." Ruby leaned back comfortably. "So, where's the rehabilitation center? I thought you were going there today." "I already went," Kelsey answered as she started the car. Ruby nodded. "How is he?" "He's settling in well," Kelsey replied with a quiet breath. "That's good." Silence settled inside the car for a moment.

What the fuck? Was it Noah? I quickly placed the files that had fallen over on the table and grabbed my phone, staring at the caller ID Nova, my assistant? Really? Now of all time? “Hey,” I said, forcing my voice to be steady. “Make it quick.” “Wow. Someone sounds like their world is ending,” She replied dryly. Except she was actually right without knowing it, “Anyway, good news and bad news.” “I’m really not in the mood—” “Nikolai Rye Sterling is back.” I froze.

“Don’t stress over it, Skye. I can take care of myself. Besides, it isn’t the first time this cartel clique has had their annual meeting at the club. Whenever they’re around, they don’t cause any trouble. It has always been peaceful.” I stared at her for a long moment, searching her face. “What do you mean by annual meeting?” Red shrugged. “I’m not sure if it’s truly annual, but what I’m sure about is that for the thirty-one months I’ve worked in that club as a stripper, they’ve been coming every year. This will be their third time.” My interest sharpened. “Could you by chance know the reason for this annual meeting?”

I quickly brushed his hand away. "Don't touch me!" "My wife is so cute when she's this angry," Alexander said. "I talked to Grandpa so that you don't get bored waiting for me to come home; you can work at the company. Until we meet again, I'll miss your body that I didn't get to touch."

Jack stood up and left after telling Rogers he understands. Rogers stood up grumbling. He wanted to leave as well but decided to get a drink in order to calm his nerves. “Greedy Jack! Fuck him?” Rogers cussed. He ordered for a cold beer. Just then, Jack walked back in. “When did you say is the event?” Jack asked Rogers. “Thursday”. Rogers replied lazily.

“Okay, good. Now I need you to breathe. I promise you we can handle the headlines and her. We can discuss it with the legal staff while we’re there. I know you must be livid, but I need you to stay calm. Can you do that?” He reluctantly nodded his head in agreement, but the color of his eyes looked black, which was always a sign that he was angry. “Do you have any idea how humiliating this is? Stories claiming that I’m impotent are going viral across social media right now!” “I get that, Ash. I do. But remember, I’m here, and I know how to deal with nasty publicity stunts like this. That crazy woman who ran around last season claiming Stryker gave her an STD, and who do you think dealt with

"You've never had to worry about money or scholarships. Ariana was different. She was truly poor. Without that money, she would have died…" Bethany didn't understand and scoffed. "Oh, please. It was barely the price of a pair of socks for me. You seriously…" She meant to say "lashed out at me for her". However, she didn't finish her sentence as Terence slapped her across the face. It was the first time she'd ever been hit in her life. Bethany, in complete disbelief, lashed out at Terence with her long, clawing nails. "How dare you hit me! I'm going to kill you!"

I stepped toward him, anger boiling over. However, before I could get close, Nancy blocked my path. "Joshua, are you done making a scene? If you're not, you can keep going, but we're leaving." She yanked off her black mourning dress and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. As Gilbert walked past, he deliberately stepped on it, then glanced back at me, his eyes full of open provocation. My whole body trembled. The next second, I lunged forward and drove my fist straight into his face.

“Are you new to the area?” The latter shook his head, “Kind of? I lived here before.” He replied timidly, indicating that he did not want to continue the conversation, but the stranger acted as if he had missed the indication and continued to interrogate him. “Oh, really? What’s your name? I haven’t seen you before.” The familiarity of the stranger’s voice and look drew Jax’s attention, as if they had previously conversed, but it seems odd because he would recognize someone if they had met. His memory isn’t great, but it’s not terrible.

He takes a sip of his drink, watching her with quiet respect. They talk about ordinary things after that. It is just conversation, plain and simple. Meeco listens more than he speaks. He does not interrupt her. He does not try to fix her problems or offer grand solutions. He just hears her when she speaks, and that alone feels like something she has been denied for a very long time. “You have not touched your tea. Is it too cold, or did you just forget it was there?” He gestures toward the cup sitting untouched beside her elbow.