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I said, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees, “I used to think white-collar guys were all boring as hell. But you—you're a special kind of uptight. Like, if you clenched your ass any harder, I think time would reverse.” Pretty turned his gaze back to me slowly, calmly, and said, “I will smother you in your sleep with that pillow. And I’ll smile doing it.” My face lit up. “There he is! Roomie bonding, baby!” From outside, the guards walked by again. One of them peeked in, saw me still alive, and muttered, “God help Laurent.” I winked at them. “He’s already in heaven.” Pretty boy went on to pick up a book, muttering something that sounded like “I need bleach.”

Summer confessed as she wrapped me in a tight embrace, her voice trembling with sentiment. "Hey, don't say things like that. The idea of you even considering such a thing is absurd. You’re the lively and cheerful Summer! What could possibly bring you so low? Let that scum regret losing you!" I retorted sharply, unwilling to let her wallow in despair. "You're right, I am the smart and beautiful Summer Hunley! There's a slew of admirers waiting for me, and I refuse to shed a tear over a jerk who betrayed me!” she declared, planting herself on the couch as she harrumphed defiantly.

I brushed Charlotte's hand off and looked at her condescendingly before answering, "I told you. If you want to get paid, you'll have to earn it. Did you think you'd just get free money?" As soon as I finished talking, the air around us grew icy. The shift in my demeanor took Charlotte by surprise. She stared at me, her eyes vacant. Suddenly, a hand emerged from behind her and dragged her back toward the workstation. "What is this? What are you doing? Let me go!" I reached out and plucked the pendant from her neck, turning it over in my hand. It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it.

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“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.

It was Summer lying down on the floor with red liquid flowing on his neck! "Oh ... No!" Stella cried out with shock. There was a long message for this one. 'Mommy. Please help Summer. Come to rescue your baby, mommy. Next time, it will be Summer's dead body. The really dead body, mommy. Come back to Summer in two days. Otherwise, Summer will become a rotten wrecked dog. Come soon, mommy. Summer is missing you! Stella read the text over and over again. Her eyes were burning hot with anger. The picture of Summer lying in blood like!

she said before walking out on me. I sighed as I watched her, as her footsteps faded into the distance. Dejected, I went back to my car and drove off. I just couldn't get why she was so difficult to understand. One minute I think I've figured her out and the next minute, bam! She's like a totally different book. Autumn's POV "Hey, Autumn," Summer called out to me, interrupting my reading. I'm guessing by this time she was now probably sick of playing alone with her harem of Barbie dolls.

My little sister sure was impatient. I picked up the glass of milk. "Sure. Go get your books, and we'll study together." The moment she saw me lift the glass to drink, delight spread across her face. "Okay!" she replied before happily skipping back to her room to get her books. The instant she turned and walked out, I quickly switched the positions of the two glasses. The one in my hand was now the milk Suzy had prepared for herself. By the time she returned, I had just finished drinking it.

Now, I was no longer that ugly duckling. I walked to the full-length mirror on the wall and stared back at the lady looking at me. She had no trace of fat, no glasses on, and obviously wasn't one who could easily be bullied again. I ran a pale hand through my straightened hair. Ashton might be playing a game, trying to wriggle his way into my life, but I was no longer that girl from seven years ago. That girl was buried long ago. This was Kara Reed, not Sophia Johnson anymore.

"Huh? What do I do now? I thought it was just water!" The instant I uttered those words, a fire seemed to ignite inside me, radiating through my whole body. This medication wasn't just fast-acting—it was astonishingly potent. Spotting the restroom close by, I hurried to my feet. However, before I could steady myself, I lost my footing and fell straight into Jerry's arms. His solid chest left me trembling all over. I could barely keep myself upright. I ached for him to pin me down and thrust his fingers inside me.