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I picked the phone up without even looking at the screen to see who was calling. "Please stop calling my damn phone." I said, thinking it was Micheal. "Well damn. What the hell i did to you" asked Kita sounding all hurt. "Girl, I thought you was Micheal cheating ass. He won't stop calling my phone. I can't even get no sleep" Kita paused for a minute, being all dramatic. "Well duh Guh. That's why they invented putting your phone on silent. To silence any unwanted attention." We burst out laughing. Because I never even thought about putting the phone on silent. That is why I love my girls They could bring me out of any dark mood.

Seeing the strength of the enemy, I doubted it would do any harm to him, but when life gives you lemons, you have to do what you can, right? All I had was one chance, and I didn’t plan to waste it. I swirled around swiftly and launched the stick straight at the enemy’s heart.

She replied, “I didn't want to listen to her, so I locked her up. I approach her, I take her hands while I say, “Babe, Aika just reacted like any wolf. She feels, just like you, that we belong to you. Trust me babe if I see another man touching you, I swear I'll kill him.” She frowns, while she asks, “But Eric, how is it possible that being intelligent and thinking beings, we are not able to control ourselves?” I replied, “Babe you're thinking too much. It's pure instinct. She sensed that another woman is taking something that is hers, so she attacked. We all react like this. No matter how much you are a convergent wolf, the instinct does not change.”

Tool. Perfect.

The garage door had closed long ago yet Jon remained frozen where he was. The lights had shut off automatically a few moments after Zoe’s car had disappeared, leaving him alone in the darkness. His knees ached, perched against the concrete, his shoulders slumping as tears stung the corners of his eyes. Self-pity was slowly morphing, the first lashes of rage ripping through his sinewy frame - fury for thinking fucking Elizabeth was the smartest option, anger for being so fucking impatient he couldn’t have spent a few more days away from Zoe, plotting Harley’s location to end it once and for all, rage for allowing himself to truly believe that he could sustain a relationship with someone as sw

Not louder. Smarter.

None of it mattered except this—Eli's hand on my jaw, his lips against mine, the taste of him like coming home and leaving it at the same time. "You're sure?" he asked when we broke apart. "I've never been more sure of anything uncertain in my life." He laughed—that beautiful, full-bodied laugh I'd spent so long denying I loved. "That might be the most Adrian thing you've ever said." The business plan was beautiful in its simplicity: Chen & Associates. Not Westbrook. Not someone else's vision. Ours. We'd built something unprecedented in the industry—the merger of strategic analysis and emotional intelligence. We'd proven it worked. Now we were going to own the proof.

Please. I drop my phone, screen face down, as I stand up to clear my plates. " Do you ever think we would be able to save Tina?" Mom asks. I drop my plates in the sink and open my fridge to grab two bottles of water. I give one to my mom. " Yes. If she's willing to." I hear mom sigh loudly. " You should stop worrying about Tina. She's a grown ass woman. For once let her take responsibility for her actions. That's the only way she can learn. Sometimes she forgets she is 22 and I don't blame her." I uncap the bottle of water and drink.