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Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

Only a chain around his neck and a pendent adoring his toned chest. Girls were shrieking seeing his toned naked chest and I could feel my heart thumping in my chest. His back was turned towards me and I could already feel the heat of his hotness reaching me. Gulping my saliva I looked at Raven to see her mouth wide open. Pulling her arm for attention I nearly screamed at her. "What will I do!! I can't fight him!" "Are you crazy!! Go got to touch those abs girl!! Any girl can kill to be in your position!"

I abruptly stood up from the ground while crumpling my arms, across my chest and striving to keep my eyes glued to his face, he simply cannot tell me that he didn't comprehend he was standing buck naked in front of me! I have never seen a naked man in reality before except for how they are described in novels and how they are shown in movies but nothing could beat me seeing Jet in his impressive form, following the direction of my eyes he glanced down at himself then back at me with a perfect smirk on his face. "Do you wish to stare at me a bit longer or shall I put on my attire now?" He taunted making me glare at him.

Early the next morning, I went to the office. Once I had wiped out all the source code files, I dropped the divorce papers and the share transfer agreement onto Jessica's desk. Then, I went straight back to the villa to pack my bags. As I opened a drawer to grab my documents, I froze. Tucked at the very back was a set of matching shirts. And embroidered on the collars were the initials "JT and RP". Those were Jessica and Ronald's initials, and the shirts were from a limited-edition collector's series released eight years ago.

When I looked at him again, he back was still turned but he was naked , I could see it. And I realized, in horror, that he was completely naked but I couldn't look away. I was unable to pull away, despite the fact that the whole situation felt surreal and weird. I was frozen in place by the way the golden skin contrasted against the light and my heart seemed to slow in my chest, beating faster and faster every second. “Take a pic while it lasts”

"One phone call from me, and your files will vanish. You’ll be back in the mud of the city by sunrise. No degree. No future. Just another girl who couldn't make the cut." "You wouldn't," I gasped. The air felt thin. Everything I had worked for was hanging by a thread. "Try me," he challenged. His eyes searched mine, looking for the moment I would break. I hated him. I hated the way he looked down at me. I hated that he was right. At St. Jude’s, his word was law, and mine was nothing. "What do you want?" I spat. "I didn't steal this ring for myself," Maxwell said, his gaze flickering toward the hallway. "And I need it back in that vault before the Gala on Friday. But I can't be the one seen w

He froze. Then scrambled. “Oh. My. God. I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Nicole! I swear…I didn’t see…oh shit…I didn’t mean to…” His voice cracked as his face snapped to the wall so hard I thought he’d break his neck. Great. Out of all the guys in this damn school, it had to be Fredrick Douglass. Sweet. And now? Congratulations, buddy…you’ve officially become the first guy to see me naked. I wanted to die.

He held them out, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He spread them on the desk in between us. My eyes caught it instantly. My blood ran cold. I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. My lips trembled. Throat dry. It was Riven. Riven with… with… With… Skyler. They were— Goddess, they were naked. They were holding each other. They were— Riven’s face was full of a look he had never, ever given me. It was— "No," I whispered, my eyes filling with tears of rage.

Eyes followed me behind the bars, eager, cautious. Before, I was the princess, fragile, exotic, a distraction. Now, I am a whisper. A bite. In the courtyard, it crystallized. The Scar, the former terror, avoided me. She pressed her bandaged arm against herself, but above all, she refused to meet my gaze. Her accomplices too. They lowered their heads. But others approached. Not to submit, not yet. To test. The first emerged, tall, dry, tattooed up to her neck. Her yellow eyes shone with an almost animal challenge.

I wanted to go uncover all the words that were poured into them. They didn't seem like work documents but rather literature, art. I never took Rylan for someone interested in reading. I wondered whose works were scattered on his table. I was about to walk to the table when a door a yard away from the table came open and Rylan walked out stark naked. I froze as my body paled up and he stopped in his tracks, almost surprised to see me. I swallowed hard as I took in his nakedness. Damn! This man was fine. He looked as if he had been carved by the gods himself.