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It was fleeting, and I immediately pushed it down. Alec laughed behind us, and Thea leaned back against the wall with crossed arms. She watched with amusement as Caroline put on the performance of a lifetime, and fat crocodile tears slid down her face. “Please! He is going to kill me!” Jensen stared at Dex, shaking his head. I didn’t trust either of them, but I was more inclined to believe and listen to Jensen. He may have hated me since day one, but he had always been honest about his feelings toward me, no matter who was listening.

Could it be a child of an old friend of his? In his surprise, he came to realize that the other party’s voice sounded rather familiar. This was probably the same man whom Jasmine had kicked out of the auction tonight. As he thought of this, Jeremiah hurriedly mouthed the words ‘Christian Acker’ to Charlie. Immediately after that, Jeremiah turned on the speaker mode on his cell phone. He asked loudly, “Who are you?” Christian said humbly, “Uncle Wade, I’m Christian Acker. Ashley Acker is my older sister.”

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

I opened a livestream and pointed the camera right at him. "Alright, my little glitches~ Meet my fiancé, Jace Jensen." The second the camera landed on him, Jace froze. His ears turned bright red as he stared at me in shock. "Sherlyn! What are you—!" The chat exploded instantly: [HOLY CRAP!!! THAT'S REALLY JACE JENSEN!] [AHHHH, he's so hot.] [SOMEONE CHECK HIS EARS. THEY'RE LOADING IN RED.] [WAIT, the ten-property lore was REAL?!]

“Gone.” “Gone where?” “Oregon.” Another pause, and Ace heard Jack talking to someone. There was the sound of the phone being handed off, and then King’s deep growl was in his ear. “What the hell happened over there, man?” “What we planned, and what you asked me to think about doing,” Ace said. “It just happened before we thought it would, and not at all in the way that we expected.” “So Jensen’s dead?” “He is.” “It’s a mess?”

It seems Jason is Jarek's miniature in everything. "Not one hour. Just some days, ok?" "Mom, make sure to call Ariel, okay?" After so much coaxing of the big kid President Jarek and the little Triplet's, Tinsley finally pleaded to leave for the airport alone. She had the thoughts that if she didn't, it'd be hard for her to leave that morning due to their drama. She can guess what'll be in the headlines after the paparazzi caught sight of her family. President Jarek: the clingy national husband stuck to White Tigress like a skin coupled with their out-of-the-world beautiful little kids, and so on.

“Uh… Ace did what?” “Killed Kirk Jensen,” Tex repeated slowly, like he was humoring a slow toddler. “Blew him away in cold blood.” “Why?” Spider asked, stupefied at this news. God, he’d thought that Kirk Jensen had been indestructible, untouchable, immortal. “Why did he, knowing how dangerous it was to so much as touch one hair on that fucker’s greasy head?” “He was protecting someone,” Honey said. “That’s all you need to know, alright? Ace didn’t have any choice. It was these other people or it was Jensen.”

Jenson took a few steps forward. Jessi stood still as he approached her, minding his poker face and non-apologetic tone. What was left to talk about? Hadn't she seen enough already? "Look. I just wanna talk for a minute." Jenson squinted as sunlight shaded off the photogenic angles of his tan face, emphasizing his deep-set eyes with long lashes, his defined cheekbones, and masculine jawline. In some lighting, his eyes looked light blue, but not in this daylight.

The eager glint in her eyes as she waited for my answer made my skin crawl. “Oh, shit,” Cory suddenly cursed, eyes glued to his phone. “Mel, you need to see this. It’s Jensen.” I shot up from my seat and snatched the phone from his hand. The headline hit me like a punch to the gut. Chairman of Sweet Nature Hits Daughter, CEO Jensen Aniston, After $10 Billion Loss Photos were plastered everywhere. Uncle Felix’s hand raised in anger. Jensen’s face turned away. The article was vicious, painting every ugly detail.

“You don’t look fucking stressed to me. You look like a man who is sulking after been dumped.” Jensen is the most observant, loud mouthed and blunt bastard I’ve ever met. As the beta of the Mo pack, his loud mouth do come in handy. But as for the other two qualities, I’m hating him for them right now. He was poking his nose where it didn’t belong.