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If they just know the real story! What I just can't accept is why do we have a sex video in the first place? Yeah, I know we have honestly shared a steamy, passionate night that’s why our baby was formed but a video scandal, come on. How could it happen, unless he was part of this! He was filming our intercourse and for what reason maybe? So I cried and was hurt because of the possible fact that Primo planned to really hurt and destroy me, from the very beginning. His intention is to ruin me, my reputation, and my whole life.

Not unscarred. But intact. And that is enough.

not like this. To Be Continued...

He got angry, but when he chewed someone out, he always did it in a low, dangerous tone. "You're the one talking about how you wanna do her, Jackson!" Scott growled, not moving away from me. "This isn't about me! Let her go!" Jackson advanced on his friend. "I'm drunk, and I'm feeling mean. You don't wanna cross me." Scott held his ground. I realized if I didn't do something things were going to get ugly very quickly and I was going to be right in the middle of it. Jackson's drunken rage was a thing of legend. I was not a big partier, so I rarely saw him when he was drinking, but when I knew he'd had a few, I kept my distance. Scott's hand crept to my ass, and I poured the glass of ice water

he said with a dark tone. I cleaned my ears to be sure I heard right, I pinched myself to be sure I was awake, I looked at the contract, raised it and saw that I was not in a dream. I could feel my intestines squeezing together out of irritation and embarrassment and I just sat there looking at the contract. “What the fuck do you take me for?” I yelled with tears streaming down my eyes

A smooth set jaw, a stony expression, and a wristwatch that could buy my whole shop. I press my eyes closed, maybe if I can't see him he can't shatter everything. Everything I have ever worked for. But there is no use in ignoring the imminent threat, the words that will stab through my heart, so much that even I could not stitch it back together. He appears impatient and for a moment, I delude myself into thinking that he is agitated, that he for once is not the epitome of calm and collected. "Heron," his deep voice calls out, a sharp tug at my heart which is ready to shatter.

she said the code word. "Skies are blue" he said flashing a smile as she sat next to him on the bench. She struggled not to look at him but a quick glance was enough. They had never met before. He had disheveled hair, circular metal-framed glasses that she knew were just a disguise he didn’t look smart or myopic not that she was a doctor. A big nose and large lips with a quick smile that went on and off, one thing he couldn’t hide was that cut on his left cheek at least something that matched his profile. Well built, a body builder probably. His voice was deep and raspy. Yet he looked calm and harmless. "So, you have something for me?" Elsie spoke first after that weird introduction that als