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I replied coldly as his expression darkened. "No." I stared at the photographs clipped inside the file, it had rusted chains, a broken metal chair and a stained mattress lying in one corner. Every image made my stomach twist, she had spent three months there in that dirty room being treated like a slave. I forced myself to keep turning the pages. "The place had been cleaned recently," Hale continued. "Professionally." I looked up confused "What does that mean? Professionally?" "It means whoever held Miss Jameson knew exactly what they were doing." He folded his hands "There were almost no fingerprints, no DNA, no surveillance cameras nearby. They left us almost nothing."

she pipes up. I scratch my neck. “Just the bare neck and torso of someone that looks a bit like me,” I shrug. “From the image, you couldn’t tell who was pictured. Also, she has nipple piercings. I don’t.” “She sounds badass.” I snap to her. “Badass? She’s willingly letting horrible rumors about me spread. If she wants naked pictures of herself out there, then she can do that… just don’t let someone else take the fall.”

Then, he left it on the table. “Five Million,” William suddenly said. We looked at him and the suitcase after that. “Five Million in exchange for peace,” William added. Mama Lynette raised an eyebrow while looking at him. “That’s cheap of an exchange,” She said. I instantly looked at Mama Lynette after hearing what she said. Did she understand the meaning of that cash in front of her? Tessa scoffed in disbelief while looking at us. “If that’s not enough, we could give you more. Just leave us alone,” She replied.

She'd finger fucked herself twice by the time she got to the mystery folder. Katie hadn't looked at the last folder before as the name of it didn't seem inspiring. When she finally opened it she found a number of other folders, only named by date. Maybe they were the date they were saved from the Internet? Katie went into the first one to have a look. She nearly fainted when she realised what she was looking at. There were at least two dozen photos of Mr Miller in that folder. He was naked in every one, showing off his huge cock. Katie got wet again. She had no sexual experience, but the sight of Mr Miller's cock made her fantasise about feeling it inside her. She went to the next folder and

said Miller, who suddenly stood behind them. Miller has removed his armor and now looks like an ordinary young man. The honest Marlyn Monroe also stood beside Miller nervously. She watched the four members of B4, who were so handsome, surround Jonea one by one. 'How can the girls not be crazy about them?' thought Marlyn. 'Oh, except for Jonea, of course. She's… not normal!' "So this girl who claims to be Marilyn Monroe is your sister?" Elmar asked Miller.

Each article was a potential witness to a night of debauchery. By the time I had finished dressing, Mr. Miller had also put on his clothes. "Mr. Miller, can we forget what happened between us last night?" I asked as I stood by the door while he stared into the mirror. "If you are worried about any STDs, I assure you I'm clean. I was a virgin," I corrected myself. "The only person who lost anything here is me," I continued as I looked at the bloodstain on the sheet. He walked toward me, coldly staring at me with his piercing eyes, his face showing no emotion. "Rest assured, I have no reason to believe you have any diseases."

The door creaked open, revealing my mate’s sanctuary. “Will you help me change?” Millie asked as I eagerly nodded and began helping her undress. I unzipped her gown, and I felt myself hold back my urges from sinking my teeth into her tan flesh. I let the dress fall to the ground and saw Millie step out of it. Millie stood facing away as I scanned her body, admiring her curvy, delectable freckled back and perky bottom, which looked like a Goddess of Summer before me. I let out a loud rumble.

~MILLIE~ Well butter my butt and call me a fucking biscuit… Aiden didn’t leave. Oh, no… far from it. He was still very much here… and very naked… and very wet… I swear my mouth was as wide as it could be. Possibly even on the floor, complete with dribble oozing out of the corners. A man, made by the gods themselves, was in my shower… NAKED… in all his glorious glory!

I should run and hide. I nodded. Mr. Miller pointed to a big yoga mat for both of us to the right of the room. Once on the mat, Rita looked over me from head to toe. Both of us were in tank tops and shorts. “Wipe that smarmy smile off your lips, bitch.” Rita said with a razor-sharp voice. I didn’t know that I was smiling and assessing her as well. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” I replied with nonchalance.

I was still wearing my black presentation blazer from the showcase, the hem of the fabric stiff with dried rainwater and faint streaks of gold alcohol pigment from my second model’s display. I walked down the quiet, carpeted corridor of the private wing, my footsteps completely silent. Miller was sitting in a low-backed vinyl chair outside Room 714, his ruggedized laptop resting on his knees, his face illuminated by the steady, green glow of an analytical spreadsheet. He didn't look like a man who had just participated in the dismantling of a multi-billion-dollar corporate extortion ring; he looked like a senior accountant working an early shift. As I approached, he closed the laptop with a