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"Mr. Whitmore, you're misunderstanding this. We didn't mean to hurt Avery. "She was behaving inappropriately at work, getting involved with different men, and using a fake pregnancy report to fool everyone. She even claimed to be your sister." Vanessa sniffled. "We were only trying to protect the company's reputation. We just wanted to correct her behavior." She sounded like she had suffered some terrible injustice. Then, she secretly shot me a smug look, as if she still believed that no one could touch her even with the CEO standing there. Dylan quickly stepped in, too.

She didn't even understand her feelings: was she offended because Liam called her by someone else's name or was she offended because he remembered other women more when he was with her? Mrs. Smith clapped her hands so that the feather duster almost fell off. "I know! He may have prepared a proper name for you since last night. But he hasn't had a chance to tell you yet, Miss. It's no big deal.” Because her job was to make Amora and Liam's relationship get better. She knew that a werewolf shouldn't have a much intimate relationship with humans. But for Liam, she would do anything as long as he was happy.

"Tell me why you forgot to add 'this is just my speculation but--' every time you came to me to feed me with your lies?" His smile was back again. "Well, I didn't come here to convince you to trust me. This one I know for a fact, not a speculation, those women are dangerous and they are trying to destroy the world!" "Sure," I rolled my eyes. "Just like how you and Ishmael are trying to fix it." "America I am being as serious as I have ever been. They ousted all of the men from ever taking on a good role, isn't that sign enough? Every single woman you come across calls themselves alphas. Now that is just absurd!

the gamma smiled, his yellowish teeth on display. Slut. That was what a girl without a mate in this pack but carrying another male’s scent was called… a slut—and right now, I was being called one. “You can whip me as hard as you wish. I never begged for your mercy. I can’t be with an ugly creature like you.” I spat, foaming as I spat on his face. Because I was suddenly pregnant, he now called me a slut.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

Savita declared dramatically, gesturing to her outfit with a theatrical sweep of her hand, “if you deem it necessary, I shall remove even this!” Isabella’s laughter bubbled forth, genuine and unrestrained. Savita’s playful demeanour softened. “But all joking aside,” she began, her voice sincere, “I truly admire your decision, Isabella, to embrace the role of a model specifically for women’s undergarments. You are boldly challenging so many outdated societal norms that have held women back for far too long.”

I've fucked many women throughout my life, but I had just realized that with Sky it was different. When had I ever recovered so quickly? I practically pulled my cock out, and it was already hard again from watching it twitch around my fingers. In the bathroom, she leaned in the mirror, looking at her lip. I stood behind her and spanked her ass, placing myself between her legs. She looked up at me and smiled as her tongue licked her full lips. I slowly sank back into her, her walls enveloping my entire intimacy, and God, when I saw her smile in the mirror, I nearly killed her.

Life had to go on somehow. Once again, I went back to work as a Grab driver. I gave the car a thorough deep clean inside and out. I swapped in new seat covers. I even taped a bold black-and-white sign on the passenger seat: [No smoking. Offenders will be banned. Recording in progress.] Every once in a while, passengers would steal glances at my flat chest and Adam’s apple before blurting out, “Was the whole thing online true? Are you really a woman?” I shifted the gear and drove off. My driving was practiced and smooth.

I almost blacked out when I saw her message. I had heard stories about the seedy underbelly of businesses like this: smut videos, softcore porn sold quietly under the table. But could my own wife really be doing something like that? I wrote: [So if I join your club, you'll show me even more? But what is "more"? Show me. I'll join if it satisfies me.] "Oh no, that's not very nice! You have to pay to see them. That's only fair, Daddy! I promise you won't regret the membership fee once you see what I have," she purred in a sultry voice note.