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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.

~lucy Its been months since I stopped working at Collins special . I work there as a waitress and the eatery sells different kinds of foods. The shop is called ' Collins special because of how special their food always taste. It is also well known in Lagos. I stopped working there because I needed time for school,i want to be serious . During my breakup with Thomas, I lost track in school and my grades was reducing which led to the reason why I left Collins special to work on my grades.

She grabbed the bowl of popcorn, "Now let's get back to warm beers, ruin popcorn, and trashy drama." I couldn't help but to roll my eyes. I still didn't understand the interest in this show. "Trashy is too nice of a word." "Come on! "Independent but Fast," is a classic!" "It's cringy!" "A cringy classic that you used to love!" "When I was a kid!" "You watched it a year ago!" ".....Gimme another beer." I wasn't happy with the situation we were forced into. I was hoping that I could complete my mission easier than this. My time to prove myself was being ruined by big headed men that hated me for no reason.

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I knew I was ugly, but hearing my own sister say it still made me shake with pain. "You know what?" She leaned close to my ear. "You're not just ugly. You're stupid, too." I froze, confused by what she meant. "I'm so beautiful and well-behaved, so of course I should be the only princess. Seeing you with a face just like mine makes me sick every time. "When we were eight, I fell off that cliff on purpose. I knew you'd come save me. I calculated exactly where to position myself so you'd get that scar.

she said, her slender fingers brushing against her curly brown hair. Eden's piercing blue eyes, with their golden centers, gleamed with mischief as he asked, "Really, you think ladybugs are cute?" His chiseled features seemed to hint at a subtle smile, but his expression remained neutral. Pearl's face lit up with a nod, her delicate features radiating enthusiasm. "Yeah, ain't they?"

“I know and that’s why we’re going to try our hardest to no be like that. However, your father and July, yeah, they’ll be weird. You know about them. He thinks I know about them because he told me. July confided in you and Dean confided in me. The only one who thinks it’s still a secret is him. So, this might be the most entertaining dinner of our lives. What will make it really awkward is if I tell him his little girl isn’t a virgin anymore and by the way, it was me that took it.” “You can’t tell him! He’ll…” “Relax baby girl, I’m not saying shit to him. We’ll tell him together when the time is right. Right now, he’s stressing about his girl. After this shitstorm ends, we’ll come clean.” Ce

Mason defended himself against an unwarranted accusation. "Then how do you feel about it?" Olivia interjected, her gaze firmly locked onto Mason, searching for any hint of remorse. "What are you talking about?" Mason struggled to understand Olivia's reference, but his obliviousness only made Olivia laugh, thinking he was feigning innocence. "Seriously? I'm asking how you feel about being rescued by the person you mistreated since the day of your marriage. How does it feel to have no one to turn to for help except the woman you've caused nothing but pain, simply because she doesn't conform to your superficial beauty standards? How does it feel to be utterly helpless in saving your grandmother

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

“I feel like a disco ball.” “A sexy disco ball,” Gwen corrected. She handed Ella a tube of lipstick. “Here, put this on. It'll look great on you.” “It's a bachelorette party,” Clarissa added stepping into the bathroom. Her hair and makeup was already flawless, but she messed with it anyway. “We're all supposed to look like sexy objects tonight.” “What sexy object are you?” Gwen asked, looking at her in the mirror. “A wine glass?” Clarissa's dress was bright red, skin tight and her legs looked about a million miles long. Her dark hair spilled around her shoulders and her lashes looked long enough to start a windstorm.