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It was one of my reasons for wanting her as my fake girlfriend after all. I just had to figure out the most natural way to go about it. “Wow, Ale.” Tommy came around to pat my shoulder, speaking in Italian. “Never thought I’d see the day.” “What day?” I slid him an uninterested look. “That you’d be hopelessly pussy-whipped.” He chuckled gratingly. “But I get it. Your girlfriend’s fucking hot but still has that innocent look to her. The best of both worlds, really. I’m sure she’s an absolute wildcat in be—”

Safe. They left the event soon after. The car took them to the luxury hotel. Rain started again outside. In the elevator Tommy stood close. His body heat reached her. Siya wanted to lean into him. But she held back. At the hotel suite Tommy kicked off his shoes. “Long day. My shoulders and back are killing me. Stunt practice yesterday was rough.” Siya remembered the schedule. “I can help with a massage. If you want.” Tommy looked at her. His eyes darkened with interest. “That would be perfect. Come to my room.”

Troy - one of my brother's friend and my crush said, "You haven't seen the video? He is in the washroom and I need clothes for him." I explained, "Really? Come on let's go" he said and held my hands as we ran to his locker As he joined our hands, I felt electric shock run down my spine and up again. We got there and he opened his locker, brought out some clothes- a black hoodie and black pants. Just what my brother wears— black. "Come on," he said and headed to the washroom and I followed.

TOMMY . . It’d been a week since that night. And in that one week I had done three things religiously. One—suffer side effects from the omega drug, and suppressants. Two—question my life choices. Three—refresh the internet like a deranged maniac. Sunlight spilled from the ceiling-to-floor windows of my office on my hunched-over figure as I scrolled through tabs—gossip blogs, niche tabloid, fan forum, even secret Alpha dating forum(I don't even know how I ended up there, so don’t ask)

Agatha is leaving. "Why should I say goodbye?" I stood idly by. Tommy's black hair was uproar, his forehead was sweaty, which caused some strands of hair to stick to her. He wore black jeans, a black t-shirt and wore a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large lightning-shaped tattoo stood out on his neck. Tommy was a bad boy. "Well, you're right." Did you like the song? It was especially for you. I shrugged my shoulders.

Married men take in sluts and single men pay young girls to be fuccked. “You are here,” Tommy acknowledged with a lustful stare down her body the moment she stepped into the room. “You are on time. That's nice of you. Care for a drink?” “No.” There's nothing more she would want than to get the whole thing done. “Relax, let's not rush. We will take our time. I already did some orders. You are a pretty woman and I know pretty women like drinks,” Tommy said. Was this really the Beta she saw that day in the hall? Nelo just couldn't believe it. With every second she spent around him, he disgusted her. That day he carried a tough exterior. No one would believe he was trash.

she encouraged. “Is that what you’re going to do with Tommy?” Annabelle challenged. “See where things lead?” She squirmed under Annabelle’s pointed stare and looked away. “No, I’m not, but my situation is completely different.” “Your situation is better. A yoga instructor is a hell of a lot more respectable than a stripper.” “Tommy’s attracted to Annabelle Santini—sexy, sassy stripper. He doesn’t even know Anaisse Santini—quiet, responsible yoga instructor.”

Tommy said in a distressed voice over the phone "I know about it and do all you can to bring it down on your side coco must not find out about this she would not understand okay?I said in cold but pleading voice. "Okay sir I'll do my best."Tommy said confidently and the call ended. I picked up my phone to call Ben,he was an owner of a big media firm and a very good childhood friend of mine,he would be able to give a little amount of help if not huge Ben picked the call on the first ring like he had been expecting my call.

he chuckled, and a smirk tugged at my lips. “She’s not the kinda bitch I’d go for, but well, a pussy is a pussy,” I said, and he grinned. Nothing excited Andy more than women, sex, and parties. After seeing Skylar to her dorm, I’d returned to my apartment, and apparently, Andy had gotten in. He really shouldn’t have access to my keys. “That’s the spirit, man. By the way…” he perked up, discarding the rest of his cigarette into the ashtray. I pushed my hair back with my fingers and stared at him.

My fingers trembled so violently over the keyboard that I had to clench my fists twice just to steady them. The cursor on the “Submit Profile” button blinked like a heartbeat—steady, merciless, waiting for me to cross the line I could never uncross. Rina Thompson. 22 years old. Virgin. The words stared back at me from the stark white interface of VirginBid, the most exclusive, most depraved auction site on the shadowed edges of the internet. One click and my last shred of innocence would be catalogued, priced, and sold to the highest bidder.