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Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

The system was still offline, and I had no way to check his affection level. What if his affection was still at zero? I had to speed this up. The dating-sim had a two-month time limit, and my two months were almost over. If I failed the route, I would lose the entire ten-million prize. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact that he was too pretty for his own good. Either way, courage surged through me. I staggered to my feet. When I nearly slipped, I twisted my body and fell straight into his arms, pushing him down onto the sofa.

I clamped them shut, but it only trapped his toes right against my already aching core. I press my lips in and tear my gaze away only to find Natalia and aunt Linda staring too. They noticed. I managed to avoid everyone for the rest of the evening, but eventually I had to retreat to our bedroom to rest. Simon is sitting on the edge of our bed, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes are bloodshot. The smell of alcohol hit me the second I stepped inside. “Have you ever wished you married him instead?” Simon asks in a low voice.

Simon kissed her forehead, his arms tightening around her. “Happy anniversary,” he murmured. Gemini smiled, her fingers tracing the lines of his face. “Best one yet.” Outside, the canals of Venice shimmered under the moonlight, but inside their suite, Simon and Gemini had created their world—one of raw, unbridled passion and love. As they drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other’s arms, they knew this anniversary would be unforgettable, a testament to the depth of their connection and the intensity of their desires.

"How will it be implemented?" Chester was not planning on hiding anything from Giselle. After some explanation, Giselle understood everything. What Chester had in mind was a dating simulation game. The user would be able to personalize the process of their romantic journey according to their preferences. They would only need to wait for a couple of minutes before they could go through the immersive experience once again. During that period, the user could allow other players to join them and become their assistants or relationship counselors. When he mentioned this, an idea popped up in Giselle's head.

If you don't want to read skip till the next warning. Simara is sitting and waiting for her death in this cold cellar. The smell of dead rats and blood was making her so sick. She puked all over the place and her clothes. She is tied in silver chains that were cutting her skin deep. It is so cold down here, Julie took off her warm jacket. She gave Simara this thin shirt and loose trousers. The cold air is beating her body. Simara's hands are tied. She is hanging in the chains upside down. They didn't beat her or does any harm to her but this cold mental torture is making her dizzy.

Later, we learned we were meant to be each other's arranged match. He had said more than once, "Lucky it was you. I'm sick of those fragile dolls who only think about girly things and faint at the sight of blood." I was happy too. I thought I had found the perfect partner who respected me. Happiness faded into a blur. When things came back into focus, it was the day of blood and fire. Simon looked down at me, his face splattered with the blood of my crew.

His woman puts a hand on his arm and mutters, “Behave.” “Ah, my dear Sheridan,” Simmon purrs. “How nice of you to come with your wolf guard.” “My mate,” she corrects. Her hand automatically goes to her shoulder, covering where he must have marked her. Shit, she and Trey are mated? I open my mouth to congratulate them. Trey glares at me. After what I did, he won't accept anything from me. I close my mouth. “What brings you to our little club?” Simmon asks. “Business or pleasure?”

I smiled nervously. "I changed my mind about going out. Let's just stay here and make out," he pulled me towards him then slid his hand underneath my dress. He started to kiss my neck and caress my butt. "Connor! No!" I pushed him off. "Stop being a horndog!" I scolded him. "Sorry, lost control for a second. Let's go, Milady," he smirked. Such an idiot. He took me to a seafood restaurant by a lake. The moonlight fell in the water, making it sparkle. It was a beautiful and quiet night. Perfect atmosphere to have a nice and quiet date with a handsome man. Or so I thought.

Las Vegas, Nevada. March 2017 Inayo Casino at 09.45 PM _____________________ Lyla waved her hand softly. "You're going to lose tonight." The top of her lips lifted into a small grin. "At least for the night," Lyla thought. "How can a lizard win against a crocodile? There is never a predator that is preyed on," said the girl in the tight red skirt dress. Her two fingers were ready to insert the morphine that had been spinning between her index and middle fingers, now between the sexy lips wrapped in red lipstick.