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"I'm not saying that to pressure you into anything. I know things are complicated, I know there's a whole question hanging over both of us that neither of us can answer yet. I just needed to say it out loud, finally, instead of choking on it every time I almost do." I sat there with his jacket wrapped around my shoulders, the smell of him surrounding me, my heart doing something complicated and painful and hopeful all at once, and I thought about six months of nights spent crying into a pillow so my mother wouldn't hear, six months of a rule I'd made and broken a hundred times in my own head even when I never broke it out loud, six months of loving someone I wasn't allowed to love anymore. "

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I replied, rubbing my stomach. "Noodles, should I make some noodles for us?" She asked fiddling her fingers. "Sure thing." I replied. I watched her go into the direction I think was probably the kitchen. I picked up my phone and logged into my F******k account. I have missed itchy fingers. I sent her message immediately. Me: I have missed you so much. I went offline after the text, hoping she replies me. I hope she doesn't get to read my new story too, everything I did with Olivia was in it, Olivia depicts the female lead in the story. The last chapter was all about our intimate moments.

" Yeah, but it's all good, I'll protect you" And I laughed a little how on earth is that gonna work if she doesn't know half of who I really am. I smiled at her supportive comments as we move on to the next thing. " Moving on we have the text message now that is a whole new world because there are different brands as well, who kinda own a text message company some of, this brand are WhatsApp, messenger, facebook, Instagram, pam chat, Snapchat and many more." " Wait is this how you got a message from Hugo"

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The sudden urge to text him snarled at her again. Her stomach grumbling a second time. She hit the empty space to send a message to Ethan. Yet what could she say? HI. GOODMORNING............... She stared at the words for minutes. She probably shouldn't be doing this, but with shut eyes and a 50% fueling from her dream, her index hit send. She tensed, turned the phone away and jumped to her feet, not ready to get his reply. She'd actually dreamt of their past last night. Of the way they blended so well together. A perfect match.

He tells me he loves fucking me because I brought thrills to his nerves, and he loves the thrill. His wife is boring in bed, he told me. We both have the same experience, though. My husband is boring on bed too. 10:30 in the evening was the time he told me. I arrived thirty minutes early and stayed outside their gates. Then I saw Caleb walking out, I got out of my car and met him halfway with a wild kiss. He chuckled then kissed me back, taking no care if someone sees us here. Well, our videos were uploaded on p**n sites, so they probably knew about us.

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She had struggled there for five years. She checked into a cheap motel and started submitting job applications online. Every single one was rejected. Some people even mocked her directly. “Why not just stay as Mr. Xanders’ mistress? Why do you have to go out looking for a job?” Layla even publicly attacked my mother online. She called my mother a homewrecker and accused her of taking one million dollars from my father. Netizens followed and insulted her with vicious comments. My mother fired back defiantly. She attached chat logs with my father in her post to prove that she was not the other woman.

My voice come out weirdly stern, and I must seem intense but I can't smile. She blushes an even deeper red. "Oh, well, yes, I mean, we're going to get to know each other better, that's all." She is smiling. She is thrilled. "We're actually going to get dinner tomorrow. He just texted me!" She holds up her phone and shakes it, like her story needs a prop. As if what she has to say is so interesting and unbelievable that we will question her on it, like, No way, with what phone? That phone? And all I can think is, he just texted her?