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I swear I have been here before, but that can't be right. “Can I have some coffee please?” I asked. “Little jewel you can have anything you want,” Dray says. I turn around, and there stand the twins staring at me. Dray with his liquid gold eyes and Drake with his liquid silver eyes. I think these boys are trying to kill my ovaries with how fucking sexy they are. They are both wearing sweatpants. Dray in a pair of forest green and Drake in a pair of black sweatpants. Their eight packs are on full display. Damn, these boys are built. I quickly turned around, hoping they didn’t see me checking them out.

I turned, my breath didn't just hitch, it vanished. Zayn was a vision of shimmering beauty. He was wearing a silver performance dress that was more of a suggestion than a garment with strips of silk and sequins held together by gossamer threads, designed for the high-wire acrobatics of the silks. He had hair extensions in tonight, long, vibrant red waves that cascaded down his back, adorned with silver rings. His makeup was ethereal, a dusting of silver over his eyelids that made those emerald eyes pop with a terrifying intensity.

Ken nods and looks at Dex. "Yes, it has." Dex nods as he pours himself a glass of bourbon. I looked at Kenneth to see that he looked good. He had a fresh faded haircut and seemed to have added a few more tattoos to his arms. The plain black t-shirt he wore hugged him perfectly, as did the grey joggers he wore. He turns his attention back on me with a smile. "I see you have been doing good." I give him a small smile. "I told you it's not bad here." He nods as he looks me up and down.

I hung up, knowing that there was no need to say goodbye, I was going to see the man in less than an hour anyway. I walked around the room for a second as I picked up the clothes, frowning at the sight of her lipstick which was on the floor. I picked it up and smirked, knowing that it was one that she often kept in her pocket. My bartenders were not allowed to have purses hung around their necks. For their safety first, and to ensure that they didn’t get distracted by them when working.

Maddie POV Drake and I had an amazing day together just lazing in bed and enjoying one another’s body. Now Drake had surprised me with a night out. He had a dress already there for me – a gorgeous black cocktail dress that showed off more flesh than I was accustomed to showing. A deep vee in the front with spaghetti straps holding the dress up. The bottom of the dress fell mid-thigh with a short slit to the right of the bottom.

He immediately took off his foul smelling coat and threw it into the dirty laundry basket, then went to take a shower. Fifteen minutes later, Drake was finished showering. He wrapped a towel around his waist. His upper body was still slightly wet and water from his hair was still dripping down his perfectly muscular body. June slowly opened her eyes, but she could only see vaguely. His head still felt very dizzy. He saw the muscular, burly body glistening in the light. There are scars and scratches on several parts of that beautiful body. Whose body? June couldn't bear to think about it.

It perfectly displays the beautiful rose tattoo that has been implemented upon the wounds of the stitches to cover it up. Of course Xavier Vrindavan that the tattoo is new because it's been a long time since we last properly saw each other but Dad would know. And I am anxious about that. "Are you ready?" Issac peeked inside the room and my breath got caught in my throat. He was wearing deep black tuxedo with black shirt and blood red tie matching my dress. His blonde hair silked back perfectly leaving a few trans that were falling on his eyes. He has broad shoulders with a narrow waist and thick thighs perfectly clasped in tight fitted pants.

Andre’s smile was static as he replied, “then, surprise.” The tension between them was thick enough to choke on, but before it could escalate, a familiar scent wrapped around me…oud, with an undercurrent of something wild. Drake. He stood at the rope of the huge grand staircase and locked his grey eyes onto mine. Dressed in black from head to toe, he looked every inch the ruthless Alpha—but the shadows under his eyes betrayed his anxiety. Our gazes flashed, and for a heartbeat, the world narrowed to just us…the memory of his hands in my hair, his teeth on my lip, the way he had growled ‘this is not over’ like a vow.

His eyes gleam with the familiar fire I know too well. And last but definitely not least is one who towers over them all; Clad in all-black sweatpants, trainers and hoodie, is Dante. His black hair gleams under the sunlight, looking almost blue. A pair of sunglasses cover his eyes that no one is able to look into without feeling the need to bend to his mercy. “Hey there, My Cherry Blossom.”

Harris said and then moaned as teeth scraped against his mark. “I'm going to feast off of you first, then I'll have my present which is you wrapped around my cock and dripping all over it. My present will be the sound of my name leaving your lips. The whole pack house will know who this body belongs to and who brings it pleasure when you scream my name so loud the whole pack hears it.” Draven said and Harris moaned when Atticus gripped his ass tighter and rocked against him, pressing his hard throbbing cock against Atticus.