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Caspien danced, letting the music take him wherever. He couldn't see Arkin anymore. Just a while ago, he was surrounded by several women, including a famous actress. Caspien didn't notice he was drifting away. He just kept drinking, grabbing whatever was on the trays that passed by him. He didn't even know what he was drinking. All he knew was that there was a sweet, burning sensation in his throat.

They receive Lior with correct diplomatic courtesy and with something underneath the courtesy that does not have a diplomatic name. Curiosity is the closest available word, though the quality of it is different from ordinary curiosity. This is the curiosity of people who have been waiting for a specific thing and are now examining whether what has arrived matches the expectation. Lior is being assessed against a standard that exists independent of anything Lior has done or presented, and the assessment is favorable, the favorable quality visible in the slight relaxation that moves through the welcoming party when Lior steps into the settlement's outer hall.

But curiosity is a wicked thing. My thumb betrays me the moment our call ends, and the browser opens like a door I should never step through. At first, it’s harmless, soft baby videos, silly memes, random cooking clips. Then the internet shows its claws. A thumbnail catches my eye. A commentator’s face lit with excitement, the kind people have when gossip tastes better than food. I tap it. And the world tilts. “Rumor has it the king’s mystery woman will be turned into a concubine. Honestly, what else could she be?”

Plopping down on my bed, I carefully peeled open the sealed envelope with trembling fingers. Reaching into it, I realised it was empty save for a small black card folded in half. I scrunched up my nose in confusion as I scrutinised the card before going back to fumble with the envelope to be sure there was nothing else inside. There wasn't, though surprisingly. A part of me was expecting a death threat or bloodied pictures of some kind, but definitely not a note. Slowly I unfurled the card; it read in golden cursive, 'Meet me at Lujuria alone. Tonight at 7pm.'

'' "No, no. That is not what I was about to say.'' But really, Kristoff couldn't explain it. There was something about Chance that truly made him truly intrigued. Maybe just like people said, it's the vibes. And Chance has that positive energy. It made Kristoff feel as if he could tell him all his secrets, all his fears. Everything. Either that, or he was just too infatuated and wanted to take Chance to bed, even though he was being a hard ass about it. Chance checked his cheap white Casio watch, that glowed in the dark which he stole from a small convenient store. He had been talking to Kristoff for forty-five minutes now and they still hadn't started serving the food as yet. ''Do you have

she asks. I laugh. "Eduardo made me curious that night so I did a little googling." "And what did you find?" "That if I'm looking to trap a man for his money, I'm hanging out in the wrong sport." Blanca barks a laugh then shifts her attention to her kids when the first candy gets thrown to the crowd, and they start squealing. Chance bounces again, a big, slobbery grin on his face as he observes the delighted looks on all the kids' faces.

Life felt peaceful again. God. The festival was over. Fair. The fear was fading. Reasonable. Everything was returning to normal. God. Then a moving truck appeared. Fair. At the house next door. Reasonable. Immediately interesting. God. Very interesting. Fair. Lily abandoned her drawing. Reasonable honestly. Because curiosity is stronger than responsibility. God. Every time. Fair. Then she watched from the fence. Reasonable. Boxes. God. Furniture. Fair. People moving around. Reasonable.

Heyy Wait…. Was she hallucinating? She could hear Vivian’s sound in the living room. She suddenly remembered that mom had taken Vivian’s number from her phone.Was he really here?What was the matter? Ms.Polly came in to inform her that mr.Vivian was there .Master Tom had summoned her to the Living room for a surprise.

I needed to get lost in pleasure. “The one thing we have is trust, right?” Chance asked. “Yes…” I trailed off. “So trust me,” he chuckled. I watched greedily as he pulled his cock out. It was an ivory color. Veins ran up his length as it stood up. The tip looked angry and pre-cum pebbled at the top. “Chance,” I breathed.

Shane I stare out the small dirty window as the sun shines off that stupid windchime Candice put up outside. The gleam moves around the table we are all surrounding, and I watch with boredom as it makes its way over to where my hands rest on the hardwood. "We need something, anything on him that will at least throw him off." I look up at Chance's determined eyes as he stands up from his seat for the millionth time.