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Just the question, clean and direct. And I had answered. Not the safe answer. Not the transactional one. The real one. Now she knew. She knew Dante Vitale, who controlled everything in his world, had carried the memory of a woman he had seen once on a grey Tuesday and had not been able to remove it. The question was what she would do with that.

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I can see you're here with someone," She gave a sly smile and shifted her gaze back to Martin. "Let me guess, one of your mistresses? I thought you turned a new leaf," She scoffed. A frown appeared on Caitlyn's face. 'Who the hell does she think she is to talk to me like I'm nothing?" Caitlyn opened her mouth to speak, but Martin beat her to it. "Well, Veronica," He started, slipped his hand around Caitlyn's waist, and pulled her close, startling her in the process. "This woman here is my fiance, not one of my mistresses. I dropped that attitude in the past I wish to never return to."

VelvetMistress. That red lace. Her legs crossed slowly, her voice low and deliberate, like silk sliding against skin. It had been only one night since her livestream. One night since I’d sat still in a dark jet, headphones in, watching her move like she had all the time in the world. She’d looked into the camera and asked her viewers who deserved her attention. I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. I tipped her five grand and logged off before I could do something even more impulsive. Later, a notification had come through.

My finger moved on its own. His profile—blue checkmark, 4.2M followers—featured a new Story. I went back to the main video. The comments kept popping up on the screen. @TateFan420: "OnlyFans with that body? Must be earning peanuts. Who wants to see that thing undressed. Bet she smells like a seafood dumpster." @Sigma342: "Look at her thighs jiggle when she walks! Built like that and acts like she's hot? Delusional."

"So, Celeste is Mr. Newman's student, and YodaVision was founded jointly by her and Matthias? No wonder she's so ridiculously talented and suddenly became famous. She was hiding her identity this whole time!" Kieran wasn't surprised that the events of that night had exploded online. However, the situation was somewhat different from what he had expected. The discussions were extremely heated, but many people were still unsure whether the revelations were actually true. Although some of the posts included videos and photos, the videos had no audio, so netizens remained skeptical about how much of the information was genuine. The most convincing evidence was still the intimate photos of Celest

“No! I mean— yes, food, great— but first I have to show you something.” He raised a brow. “What?” “Just come with me, okay?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed his hand, tugged him up like an overexcited puppy, and ran. I led him all the way to my room and practically threw him into my chair while I booted up the screen. With a grin I couldn’t hold back, I clicked open the file labeled: “VANE: Deluxe Fuckboy Edition 🗃️💣” “I got everything.” I said breathlessly. “The DMs, the sketchy payments, the burner accounts, crypto trails, hotel logs, secret OnlyFans subscriptions— everything.”

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