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"I figured that being able to defend myself would give me a burst of courage and maybe push out my inner strength, y'know? You know, sometimes, on the inside, I feel like hulk. It's like I have all this power and superness-- is that even a word? Whatever it is, I haven't utilized it yet, and just think of how cool it would be to be able to-- why are you smiling?" Try as he might- and he did- Brandon couldn't keep the smile off his face. That she was making actual efforts to get and feel better filled him with excitement. "Sure. You found her online? What's her name?" Instantly relieved, Beth exhaled deeply. "Vanessa Hudgens. She is part of a team that teach people how to defend themselves. S

Then— “You kept the hoodie.” I looked at him. “You already mentioned that.” “Just confirming.” “You sound proud.” I said. “I am.” I rolled my eyes at him. Vanessa suddenly appeared dramatically beside us with her phone camera pointed toward herself. “NATIONALLLLSSS!” she shouted excitedly into the camera. Several cheerleaders screamed behind her immediately. Vanessa turned the phone toward Aaron. “Captain Briggs! Any words before we become national celebrities?” Aaron stared at the camera for exactly two seconds.

VANESSA POV Vanessa sat on her bed, phone pressed to her ear, laughing. “I’m telling you, Jenna, it was insane. He’s huge. Like, I wasn’t ready for that.” Jenna screamed on the other end. “Stop! I need details. How many rounds?” “Just one. But it was intense. The couch. Then the kitchen counter. He had me bent over and everything.” This dude fucked me so hard. “Girl, you’re living my fantasy right now.”

Is it true that he just tore my Victoria's Secret underwear? She was going to grouse about her undergarments when Evander abruptly whispered next to her, sending shivers up and down her spine. Gwen's jaw fell at the words, "I'll buy you millions more of those, now shut up and show me how you want me to fuck you," but she soon forgot about them as Evander continued to play with her breast before inserting the pressure-wave device in his palm.

She was a cunning woman though and hid her surprise well. "Capo. Thank you for allowing me to represent my family." Vanessa gave me a sultry look as she sat. She leaned forward, revealing her chest to my eyes. Normally that would have been a turn on, but it immediately had me thinking of how perfect Viv was. Her small frame and large perky breast were fucking delicious.

Vanessa makes an animalistic sound in her throat and turns away. Damon only stares. I do not think. I pick up the laptop and fling it against the wall. "Fucking hell!" I yell. "That video is fake, Mason. You know that, right?" Vanessa begins. "The video clearly shows your bestfriend sucking cock like a champ. Some fake video." I growl. "You bastard!" She screams. "I know Mira better than you do. Better than you ever will. And I know sure as hell that she would never do a thing like that. That video is fake!"

"I have a business deal for you. One that could change your life. But you have to be smart enough to take it." Savi frowned. "What kind of deal?" Vanessa exhaled dramatically. "I know you were involved in Sophia’s past scandal. And I know there was a video." Savi's face paled. Vanessa smirked. "Relax. I’m not here to judge. I’m here to offer you two hundred thousand dollars in exchange for that footage. Send it to me, and the money is yours. No questions asked." Savi’s breath hitched. Two hundred thousand?

The headline screamed: "From One-Night Stand to Power Couple? Ethan Wolfe's Mysterious Baby Mama Is the Fashion Industry's New Obsession" Talia blinked. "What the hell…" Mia whistled. "They called you a muse of duality, whatever that means, but girl, you're blowing up. Also, scroll down." She did. That's when she saw it. A photo of *Vanessa Hart*, looking perfect and smug in a sleek black gown, was right underneath hers. Another headline read:

Not yet. “In a strange way, I had a nose job just for you all) Vanessa Hudson, Head of PR – a.k.a She Who Is Our Own Nemesis, had sneered at me when I walked in this morning. There was something about her look that made me feel that she had one of her “little surprises” ready. I saw the reflection of her phone right before the gala started. She’d threatened to expose our faux engagement as the last-minute stunt it had been, delivered to a gossip blogger who lived to unearth broken mirrors.

Finally giving in, Isabella agreed to tell Anna all the gist she had managed to scoop up as a bartender in one of Los Angeles' most popular resorts. "That can't be true!" Anna gasped suddenly. Isabella had just told her of Alexa Brine, a popular actress known for her role as a gold digger in movies, confessing that she used to have a third boob growing up. "She got a boob job?" Anna gasped again. "No," Isabella whispered. "She got a reverse boob job. They got rid of the third one." "Eek, that's mortifying." Anna shuddered. "She told you that?"