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"You didn't scream, why?" "Because I wasn't startled. You know, last night while I laid down to sleep, I realized that I was probably going to keep seeing you for a while and if I didn't expect you, your presence was always going to startle me. So as of today, I'm always going to expect you." "You know that it's only when there's an expectation that there'll be disappointment right?" "Yes I do. And if you're trying to tell me that I would be disappointed if you don't show up when I expect you, I'm sorry to disappoint you but no. I will even be happy that you didn't show up."

She opens the parcel and sees a medium-size pizza smiling at her. “Good morning, pizza!” The vivacious sound of her laughter makes the empty mansion happy after a long time. Here’s Ellen laughing alone in his cabin. If people come to see him, they’ll definitely think he's mad, but he can’t help but laugh. “Actually, there was an order man to deliver—” "Seriously, it’s so funny, I should set it as my ringtone.” Suddenly the vibrant memories of last night dance inside his heart, the girl who talked to him opening her whole heart, now stuttering while talking to him. Maybe he never thought about a night like this, but from now on, he will crave to feel that moment again and again. That is what

"I was not informed about your address until this morning. I did my best to get here as quickly as possible." Sweet's eyes narrowed, studying her closely. Despite his initial irritation, he couldn't help but notice a sense of determination in her gaze. It was evident that she wasn't accustomed to the glitz and glamour of the entertainment industry, unlike the others who had fawned over him in the past. "Well, now that you're here, we have work to do," Sweet declared, dismissing any further discussion about her tardiness. "I don't have time for pleasantries. Follow me."

he said angrily. -"Everything you said is just speculation and not reality. I'm really sorry to disappoint you, but as I told you before, your expectations were very high from the beginning" I reasoned. - "But ...but the bond...the mates' thing...you know..... it... can do anything. It can do ... wonders!" he exclaimed disappointingly.

he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

Cassidy glared at Grace, then at me. “Mind your business, Grace.” I rolled my eyes, dislodging my arm from her. Grace pouted. Does she really think that’s attractive? No one wants a little girl, or at least I don’t. I want a fucking woman. Pouting like that is so damn childish.

“Manager gave me a final warning. Said if I’m late one more time, I’m fired.” Susie pulled me into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, babe. That’s so unfair.” She pulled back and gave me a small, teasing smile. “But… at least your favorite person in the world came to see you today, right?” Despite everything, a tiny, warm flutter returned to my chest. I bit my lip and nodded, still touching the necklace around my neck. “Yeah… he did.”

Her anger burned hotter than the pain in her chest. "Fine," she whispered. "I'll survive just to become your biggest headache" Five o'clock arrived far too quickly. The entire training ground buzzed with excitement, ot felt like a carnival was happening. It's been ages since the gang had such an interesting show at the training ground. To them it was just a show, they are not concerned with the lost of life. Nearly sixty men surrounded the arena. Some leaned against crates. Others exchanged money. "They're betting," one recruit whispered.

I mean, it sure doesn’t justify all the threats he sent our way, making us fear for our lives, but like they say, it’s all well if it ends well. Sean raises an eyebrow, clearly not ready to let the teasing slide. “Disgustingly sweet is still disgusting. That’s all I’m saying,” he grabs his drink and gobbles it down it one god, flinching a little. I chuckle, taking a playful jab at him. “Oh please, you love our sweetness. Admit it; you envy our relationship.” “Envy? Hardly. I prefer the excitement and unpredictability of us. You and Brian are just plain vanilla.”

"You'll like it, promise. So hurry up and eat because your dessert can't wait." "You’re a pervert, Rupert." "Oh, Sweetie. I know you also want this side of me."