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Anna turns around and walks straight to her car, not sparing him a glance before driving off in full speed. ----- “You might not expect this but your patient today is a celebrity and he’s currently waiting outside your office,” Nurse Macy squeals in excitement like a little kid who finally got a chance to meet Santa after so much trial and error. “Bring him in,” Anna’s lips curl up into a small smile, also feeling excited to meet this patient of hers. Macy exits Anna’s office and the next time her door opens, a six feet inch male figure addressed in all black including his nose mask and face cap, strides into Anna’s office gracefully.

The Jocks and cheerleaders of Malcolm High. Yeah! Today is my lucky day. Not! This was their usual hang out spot and they also kept mistreating Makaila whenever she was the one waiting their table. They all sat on the big table and one of the Jocks yelled for a waitress. Makaila made her way to their table. "Awww look, It's our favourite weirdo. How revolting." One of the cheerleaders, Cassandra scoffed. Makaila ignored what she said and brought out her note pad.

As Andrew and Monica weren’t the only two who were amused by Anita's action, even Rick and the two other goons had to hold their hand to their mouth so they wouldn’t burst out laughing, embarrassing Anita even more. Straightening her back Anita turned to look at the three goons, then she turned to look at Andrew and Monica. “Ok I know you guys want to laugh, so just laugh,” she huffed. Other than Samantha who was still cowering against the wall, everyone else burst into laughter. Seeing Monica laughing caused the three goons and Rick to draw in a breath at the beautiful sight before their eyes. Monica was an Asian woman who stood at 5’4 without heels but she always wore heels so you would ne

Titles, careers, marriages, reputations — they faded beneath the intoxicating freedom of becoming exactly who they truly were. Under His rules. Under His watchful eye. Under His control. And tonight, as thunder rolled across the city skyline and another discreet black car pulled into the alley behind the club, Master William Steele had the distinct feeling that Fantasy was about to change Him forever.

Why have the milk when you could get the whole cow? She was here for Henry and it did not matter that he had married that waste of a rich snob, Elodie. She was going to have him and this was just step one of her elaborate plan, not even his mother would be able to stop her. “Do you want to go somewhere?” She winked at him. Henry smiled, he was also drunk and there was no way he could drive back home in this state neither did he want to go home. “Sure” He agreed.

His smile giving me the courage I needed to forge on. "MOD is the next I*******m. You get to share your exploration with the world and people can easily locate a place just by syncing with your map. It is also security protected. So, no. You won't have a murderer on your heels just because you've shared an exploration location. Be careful of exes though." The crowd had found it funny. Even Mr Drey's smile widened a little. I continued with more confidence and by the time I was done, there was a standing ovation.

All the attention was on the grandchildren. "Where's Ambrose?" Matthew asked. "Oh, yeah. He's in the gym," Melanie replied without facing Matthew. "Yep, okay. Thanks for acknowledging my presence," Matthew jokingly said. "Oh shush," Melani said, waving him off. Matthew chuckled and walked over to the gym. The smile on his face immediately dropped when he saw Jake in the room. Ambrose had a session going on so Jake had to be there, much to Matthew's dismay. Ambrose spotted him and gave him a small wave before holding up 5 fingers.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

She wouldn't even sit down. "What's going on, guys?" He picked up a plastic cup half-filled with alcohol. He turned the cup into his mouth and down it. "The Elite causing trouble?" He was going to run her out of the room the next second, his hatred for them was incomparable and no one blamed him since they took everything away from him. "No, just a pompous little jerk." Lisa spat as if the words tasted sour in her mouth. McKay gave the still pacing girl a once over before pouring himself another cup of Jack.

he Asked surprised “Not even tequila?” He ordered a beer for himself, nothing glamorous or well-regarded at this type of event, and a glass of water for me. “Not even tequila.” “Since when you don´t drink?” More than ten years. “I can’t remember.” I took the glass to my mouth and looked around, hating what I saw. “Mark, what a surprise! I didn't expect to see you here.” Suddenly I didn't want water, I wanted gasoline and a box of matches to use on that woman.