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I said. Riley got out her phone and opened a news website. Immediately, I read the headline. Vanessa Harper is a Homewrecker.

The sound of her fingers on the keyboard was a lullaby he had taken for granted for nine years. "Miss Hart," he said. She looked up. Her eyes were tired — red-rimmed, like his. She hadn't slept either. "Mr. Vance." "The Henderson follow-up. Do you have the notes?" She pulled a folder from her bag. "Right here. Action items on the first page. Deadlines on the second." He took the folder. His fingers brushed hers. He didn't pull away. She didn't pull away. For ten seconds — an eternity — they touched. The folder sat between them, a flimsy excuse for connection.

'VANCE' Purple screamed at the top of her voice, not caring about the hoarseness of her voice from screaming too much, the night before. Vance's cock twitched uncomfortably when the Girl’s slippery walls chocked him tightly. The sight of the Girl’s body violently jerking and warm cum spluttering forced his knot to form at the base of his cock. The Girl’s body was still jerking as she kept on emptying her juices on both of their bodies.

I wanted them to see exactly who I was, without the Vance wealth. Xavier stepped up to the microphones as the flashes started instantly, a blinding wall of white light that made my eyes water, but he didn't blink. He waited until the shouting stopped. "My name is Xavier Vance," he said into the microphones. His voice didn't need the amplifier it carried over the gravel yard. "For the past forty-eight hours, you have been buying stories from Mira Vance’s marketing representatives. You have been printing fabrications about the woman standing behind me."

“What’s wrong?” Vance was in just a pair of shorts. I glanced at his chest and felt my heart skip a beat. It was now or never. I took a few steps and placed my hand on his bare chest. My fingers traced his sculpted muscles and whispered. “I saw you looking at me last night.” “I-I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Vance stuttered.

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Every instinct told me not to open it. Which meant I did. The page loaded slowly. Then all at once. My breath stopped. It was an article. No, worse, a leak. "Alexander Voss Rekindles Romance With Ex Amid Corporate Merger Scandal." My fingers went cold. There were photographs, clear and recent. Too recent. Xander and a woman I recognized immediately. Tall. Blonde. Composed in a way that announced itself without effort. Vanessa Sinclair. The caption sharpened beneath the image.

My eyes widened, my mouth hanging open. “That fast? How? Why?” I asked, barely able to form words. Hank handed me his iPad, showing the metrics of my book online. I covered my mouth in disbelief at the number of interactions and reads. My brain nearly crashed under the numbers. “Ten million?” I stuttered. Jarred tapped my back, and I wanted to cry. “How?” Tears pricked my eyes as I looked at him. “Sheena Aiguilles, the hottest vlogger in town, was one of your readers. She said you took her on an emotional rollercoaster with your work,” Hank explained. I didn’t know her personally, but I made a mental note to thank her.

I needed to do even more. I tossed the gorgeous blonde off my cock, shoving her, roughly, onto all fours. I drew her hips up, positioned her pussy, and pressed inside. Just a heads up: FindNovel.net is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! "Oh ho ho ho!" Vanessa said, a mix of incredulous and excited. "Here we go!" Looking around Vanessa's perfect body, I could see Brian and Ariana both snuggling on the bed, watching the two of us intently. Now that I had my audience, I was ready to perform.

In fact, I pride myself as someone who tries to move calmly whenever in a jam, probably because the way thoughts run through my mind can be frightening, and I tend to overreact if I don’t get myself under control. But this wasn’t calm, this was controlled panic, although I wasn’t sure what there was to panic about. I didn’t even know what I was going to search for when I launched my browser app, but somehow my search ended with him on my screen. I needed to let go of some of my pent up emotion and one way to do that was to unravel mysteries. So I clicked, each article a stepping stone towards the quiet satisfaction of figuring him out, one page at a time. Alex Vance, CEO of ZephyrVance, the