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He waved the gun again, this time, in front of Mark's chest “He made us pose like idiots with you on that bed, to have something to threaten you with. We were five naked, excited idiots eager to take you as we wanted and, in the end, Daniel decided that only he could fuck you.” “And that bothered you.” Mark completed deciding to speak until now. “You were always smart, Sanders.” He began to fidget “Now move.” “No.” Mark growled, tensing even more. “I told you to move!” Tom shouted “Do you want me to blow your chest? I’ll do it if it’s need! This ends today!” I squeezed Mark's shoulders when I felt he was about to attack that maniac. “So...” I licked my lips nervously, looking for a way to di

He was now politely and eagerly inviting them for tea. However, Cael shut that down immediately. "There's no need for tea. I'm here to catch adulterers." The room fell silent at his words, except for me. Cael's wife stiffened instantly, and Dylan's legs visibly started shaking. "Honey, what are you talking about? What adultery? I don't understand." Cael let out a sneer before throwing down a thick stack of photos. Cael's wife and Dylan were being captured vividly in the photos.

I forced myself to lift my phone, snap a picture of the woman sitting outside the doctor's office, and send it to Rupert. Less than five minutes later, he called me back. "Honey, let me explain this." He sounded panicked, as if afraid I'd get mad. The way he wanted to explain himself sounded more like he was owning up to his fault than anything else. "So, she's actually your wife, then?" My voice cracked, and I could barely get the words out. "No, she's not… Mavis Sanger is just a friend. She messes around a lot, so don't take her seriously," Rupert explained, clearly on edge.

What more could a man want? One hot woman with blonde and dark brown hair that won’t jump at the chance to fuck me. I groaned and slapped my forehead. “Stop thinking about her,” I grumbled at my brain, making my uber driver look at me with concern. “Ignore me,” I assured, waving off his concern as we pulled up to my destination.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

Wika nito at saka sinuot ang isang sapatos na hawak niya. "You stole Dad's watch?" Tanong ko naman kay Jas na halatang gulat na gulat. "What? No, I didn't. Aleina's just making up stories para mapagalitan ako." Sagot niya sa amin. "Yeah, you did. You stole his Patek Philippe and sold it to a merchant with a price-" Naputol ang sasabihin ni Aleina nang sumagot ito. "Shut up!" He snarled. "Hindi ko nga kinuha yun!"

Everyone froze. Elena moved first, slipping to the foyer with practiced silence. She checked the peephole, then opened the door a crack. Two men in dark suits stood outside. “FBI,” the taller one said, flashing a badge. “We need to speak with Genesis Caldwell-Blackwood.” The room went still. Genesis lifted her head from Knight’s chest. Her eyes met his. **** FBI Field Office – Interview Room Genesis sat across from Special Agent Hale, hands folded in her lap, face pale but composed. Kieran sat beside her, silent, immovable.

She wasn't even sure what she was to him anymore, not after last night. Damian, for his part, seemed entirely unbothered by the attention. He was the kind of man who carried himself like the room existed around him, not the other way around. Broad-shouldered, dressed in dark tailoring that fit like it had been made for exactly this moment, he had a quiet, unhurried way of moving that drew eyes without him ever trying. It wasn't just his looks, though there was no denying those — it was the stillness in him, the sense that nothing in the room could rattle him.

The woman looked down at her ruined clothes before slowly lifting her head toward me. “YOU?!” Before I could even respond, another voice suddenly echoed through the room. A deep voice. Cold. Familiar. “What’s happening here?” The woman immediately turned. “Colen...”

"I don't want a new life." "You don't have an option, either a new life or no life at all." Vallas said as Penelope nodded her approval one and the man started to give orders. Thirty minutes later when they have settled in a room, after eating or rather, Penelope scarfing down the meal while the man watched, the man chose to speak to Penelope again. "I think it is time you tell me everything, don't you?" he said as Penelope nodded. "Of course I will."