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Stella explained defensively. Andrew laughed, and I signaled that it would be fine if he left because I didn't need anything. "Don't worry, I'm not going to meet some girl. Just call me later, ma'am," Andrew said, then left there completely. Stella and I just followed Andrew until he came out of the kitchen. I was smiling when Stella turned to me. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. "You like him, don't you?" I asked suspiciously.

“Graham! Come down here! I have something for you.” “What the hell Stella?! Why are you doing this?” Grahams feet padded down to the basement where he pulled the door opened and stepped inside. “What is it?” It was Andrew instead. “Where’s Graham? He’s the one I want to talk to. You should go get him for me,” Stella seemed stricken by Andrew’s arrival. “You can talk to me, what is it?” “It’s something really important, please I need to let him know before it’s late.” Stella pleaded. Andrew’s gaze landed on me and he stared.

Once again, Andrew bowed to her femininity as if he were still joining forces with his finger and continued to give her pleasurable sensations. Lana lost herself even more because of that. Not only double but triple the pleasure she felt because of Andrew's expertise in devouring the jewel between her thighs. "My god, Andrew, I want more. Go on, please make me come!" she said, raising her hips again, and then as if not in her right sanity, she placed her hand on the young man’s head and gently pulled his hair. Without a word, Andrew obeyed her command. The young man's free hand moved for a while and then felt the tip of her left breast and started playing on it.

He carried a manila folder, and his face told me everything before he spoke. "Stella's clinic records. The physical file." I opened it. The photograph hit me first. A girl. Thin. Barely more than a teenager. Bruises mottled her jaw and crawled under her left eye. Her hair hung limp around a face that was all sharp edges and no color. She stared at the camera with the blank expression of someone who'd stopped expecting anything from anyone. My hands tightened until the cardboard buckled. Stella. Not a maybe. Not a resemblance. Her.

“Not now, Olivia. I must tell you this and it's none other than your newly found male friend.” “What male friend? Who are you talking about?” I asked out of curiosity. I already knew she was talking About Andrew but I pretended not to have an idea. Stella has to be up to something. She doesn't know about Andrew so why now and suddenly she happens to know? “I know you know who I am talking about. He is worse than Liam. You shouldn't be close to him.” “I have heard stories of what he does with ladies around him.” “I care about you. I know you don't trust me but it's the truth," she said further.

My finger moved on its own. His profile—blue checkmark, 4.2M followers—featured a new Story. I went back to the main video. The comments kept popping up on the screen. @TateFan420: "OnlyFans with that body? Must be earning peanuts. Who wants to see that thing undressed. Bet she smells like a seafood dumpster." @Sigma342: "Look at her thighs jiggle when she walks! Built like that and acts like she's hot? Delusional."

Stella grimaced. "My recent night outings weren't to Yvonne's place, I've been hooking up with Ryat" she explained. "What Ryat?" Stella ignorantly replied. "The one you know...the popular CEO of—" "Catalyst? The one who hires sèx dolls?" Stella cut her off, and she bit her lip. "Wait...don't tell me he hired you, and you actually used the money for my new shop" Stella's grimace deepened. "No. No mum I didn't. I'm not a sèx doll, you should know it'd never be the case, but it just happened on the night of my break-up, and the morning after, he offered the money I couldn't resist, and then...

Did they fuck? Goddammit, why am I even thinking about that? “I’ve read a lot about her, since you asked me to,” Andrew went on. “The name Gwen Sanders is kind of know. Not that loud in the media, but she's influential. I think it started just a few months ago. She and her baby company have been hitting all these milestones pretty fast. But I don’t know who’s backing it.” She’s seeing someone she said, huh? And it had to be Stefano fucking Sinclair.

"Andrew, are you seriously throwing out a measly 20 million? How shameless. Do you really think someone like Master Shiloh cares about money? If she wanted it, all she'd have to do is say the word and half of Jayrodale would be fighting for the chance to shower her with wealth." Michael smirked sarcastically. "Andrew, you really outdid yourself. I thought you had some genius strategy, but it turns out, you're just making a complete fool of yourself." He continued, "At least Stevens Corporation has some class—they send antique paintings and even handcrafted harps. But you? You walk in here, waving cash around. It's tacky—absolutely tacky!" Andrew ignored their ridicule and continued watching