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đAttention! Do not read in publicïŒđ | Neah "Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn't mess around and he had the largest pack. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. It's rude to not look at them. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. "Go and get Beta Kyle." Alpha Trey seethes. "Tell him our guest is here." I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. "Beta Kyle," I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. "Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you." He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. "You're lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't see sunlight for a few days." Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn't speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn't last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. "Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating." I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" Straight to the point, my brother wouldn't like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha's, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. "What the heck did you say to him?" My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. "WELL?" My brother yells when I don't immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "PleaseâŠ." I beg. "He was an AlphaâŠI⊠I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "As I said," my brother holds his ground, "She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves." "You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!" Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" Both Alpha Trey and Beta Kyle hold their tongues. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." Alpha Dane speaks up again. "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? "Deal." Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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Yes | 2024-10-03 02:53 | active | 1567 | 0 | Read <The Alpha King'sCurse> on the WhosNovel.đđđ | âIâll get straight to the point. I need you to have my baby.â Jackson King watched the girlâs eyes widen as she looked from him to his Beta, Dylan. âIâm sorry, I didnât get that. I thought you said you needed me to have your baby,â she chuckled. He could sense her unease the same way he could smell her arousal. She was drenched. Even without a wolf telling her she was his, her body knew it, and he hated that. He hated that he had to fight so hard with his beast to stop it from claiming what was rightfully his. He hated the fact that he had to resort to this. She was half-human! Why would the Moon-Goddess curse him like this on top of everything else? Heâd caught her scent even before he had walked into the hotel days before, and now it filled the entire suite, taunting him, reminding him how fucked up everything was. âI did,â he answered. âI need a surrogate, and I will pay you handsomely.â âUm... Iâve just walked into this room to clean. You donât know me; you don't even know my name,â she said. âLayla Carlisle.â Layla looked down at the name tag on her uniform. She covered it briefly before she probably realised it was useless and lowered her hand. But he didnât need her name tag to know who she was. âTwenty-one years old. High school dropout. You live in a trailer with your father and sister.â Laylaâs eyes widened, and for a moment, he sensed her anger. âHave you been stalking me?â she hissed. Dylan snickered. He gave his Beta a look that shut him up before he returned his attention to the human. âNo, I havenât been stalking you,â he said, but he could tell he had already lost the momentum. Layla's anger had grown at an alarming rate, eclipsing even the sweet scent of her arousal. The human stood and smoothed her uniform before she lifted her head and looked him directly in the eye. His beast unfurled, his excitement rippling through him at the thought of accepting his mateâs challenge. âI donât know why you two need to ask a stranger to have your baby, but I donât think I will be right for the job. I wish you all the best, though,â Layla said. It took him a moment to realise what she meant as she walked over to her cleaning cart and started pulling it out of the room. This was the problem with humans. Feeling the pull of their bond wouldn't have been an issue if sheâd had a wolf. He would have marked her the moment he had found her, and she would have been carrying his pup already. âMiss Carlisle, can we talk about this? You havenât even heard what Iâm willing to pay.â âIt doesnât matter. I donât want to be your surrogate,â she answered firmly. âIâll return later to clean your suite.â When she closed the door, he heard her mutter, âItâs always the handsome ones.â She thought he was crazy. And she was rightâhe lost more of his mind the longer he went without a child and the shorter his time on this earth got. âShe thinks weâre gay, Jax,â Dylan pointed out as he sat in the spot she had vacated. âI got that,â he growled. âI donât think she will change her mind,â Dylan said. âI donât understand why you canât pick someone from the pack and be done with it.â He would have had many children already if it had been that easy. Goddess knew how much he had tried. But Fate had messed that up for him, too, and made sure only one woman could carry his children. Only one woman could save them allâhis mate. âI told you why.â At least as much as he could. Dylan was not only his Beta; he was also his only friend. Keeping the truth from him was essential. Keeping it from everyone was crucial. It was bad enough that they would have to accept his heir from a woman who was as useless as a human, but he could deal with that better than the panic that the truth would cause. He had no time to soothe anyone or deal with the packs that would circle his territory when they realised he was about to die. As the Alpha King, the repercussions would be astronomical. âI doubt any of our pack would assume they are the Queen just because they have your child. They can do a blood oathââ âDylan, please,â he sighed as he stood and walked towards the drinks cabinet. It was still morning, but fuck it. He needed something to calm and stop himself from going after the human. To prevent himself from pinning her down and marking her while he buried himself deep inside her body. He closed his eyes as he tried not to imagine what that would feel like, but it was all his wolf wanted and all he could see. Every wolf heâd ever come across dreamed of being lucky enough to one day meet their mate, but he couldnât understand why anyone would think this was a blessing. It was torture! âOkay. Pick another one if that girl doesnât want to do it.â Cain growled in his head, ready to attack Dylan for even suggesting that, but he shoved his wolf back and focused on his drink. And just like that, his mind returned to a place he didnât want to be. He didnât want to think of touching Layla or tasting her. He didnât want to remember the scent of her arousal. Four days since he first caught Laylaâs sweet scent, he was already acting like a lunatic. The first day felt like a gift from the Goddess. He was almost out of time, so finding his mate had given him hope. And then he had seen her. A half-blood. Half-human and cleaning up after everyone else. It felt like a punch in the nuts; heâd wanted to kill someone for this cruel joke. She was not worthy to carry his child; she was not worthy to be the one who saved them all. But there they were. There was no other choice. âJaxââ âGet more information on her. Sheâs human. Youâll find many weaknesses I can use,â he ordered. âSheâs the one Iâve picked, so sheâs the one Iâll have.â Layla would have his child one way or another, and then he could finally have some peace. Dylan felt the command in his words and stood up to do as he had ordered. When he sensed his Beta was far enough away from their suite, he picked up his glass and threw it against the wall, smashing it into pieces. If he told Dylan the truth, he would tie the girl up and offer her to him on a silver platter. But then his child would be a product of rape; that was the last thing he wanted. The child would be his legacy, the only thing left of him on this earth, and would carry his blood. He couldnât taint the child before he had even conceived them. He was a bastard, but not that much. His child would be the best part of him. Layla would change her mind. Humans loved money, and this one, in particular, was drowning in debt. Why hadnât she wanted to know how much he was offering her? He could solve all her problems in a day if she took his offer. That meant Dylan had to find something else he could use. Something she couldnât refuse. The growl came louder in his head as his beast showed his displeasure. But he was in charge here, not Cain. They would do things his way, and at the end of it all, Layla could go back to her life because there was no future for them, even if she wasnât a half-blood. âFind her. Mark her,â Cain growled. âBe patient! She hasnât got a wolf; she doesnât even know we exist,â he snapped as he picked up an entire bottle of alcohol and walked towards his bedroom. And marking her was out of the question. He didnât stay at the Royal Hotel often even though he owned it and it was in his territory, but he was sure Layla hadnât been around the last time he had been there. Her scent was all over the hotel as if she had marked it. Could anyone else smell it? Did they have that sweet, intoxicating scent turning them inside out? Making them drool? Making them think of nothing else except to claim her? One thing was certain now. Ifâno, whenâLayla agreed to this, he would get her pregnant and then stay the hell away from her. Heâd been hard for days, and her scent had made Cain unstable. He didnât need that complication on top of everything else. Not when he had less than a year left to live. chapter 2 Did she have some sign on her head that said she was a pushover or desperate? Layla pushed the cart with more force than necessary until she was far enough away from the penthouse suite and then leaned against the wall. Her knees were still shaking, and she wasnât entirely sure if it was because of the manâs words or the man himself. It surprised her she hadnât fallen flat on her face when sheâd made her righteous exit. The men were in the most expensive suite in the exclusive hotel; they didnât need to ask a stranger to help them out. He might have somehow gotten a hold of some of her personal information, but everyone in Wolfdale knew about her. The kid abandoned by her mother. The kid whoâd dropped out of school so she could work and take care of her little sister because their father was an alcoholic and a gambling addict. That didnât mean she had no dignity left. She wouldnât give up a child! Those men thought they could throw their money around like that, and she would agree just because she wasnât like them, and that made her blood boil. But in her mind, she still saw the man naked and on top of her. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel it. It was a shame he was gay because she was positive he would be great in bed. Her body was still on fire, still trying to get over the shock of coming face to face with such a perfect specimen of a man. A god. He looked like one. Handsome didnât even begin to describe him. Chiselled jawline, a short beard that probably cost more than her wages to maintain and silky, dark hair styled to look like heâd just rolled out of bed and didnât give a fuck. Heâd turned her knees to jelly and melted her panties in seconds without moving from his seat. Without even cracking a smile. She had never reacted so violently to anyone before. Why was it always the handsome ones that were batshit crazy? She pushed aside the disappointment. The cool wall slightly helped control her overheating body, but sweat still dripped down her back and cleavage. They were in the middle of a heatwave so intense even the hotelâs air conditioning system wasnât helping. Sheâd been like that for a few days as if she was coming down with something for the first time in her life. But it was the stranger with the cold ice-blue eyes that had worked her up like that. She shouldnât care about who he shared his bed with, but something inside her wanted to claw the other guyâs eyes out. It was so strong that she had to make a conscious effort to stop herself from returning to the room. Crazy. She was going crazy. âI donât pay you to have unscheduled breaks, Layla.â Her eyes snapped open to see Andrea looking down her nose at her as usual. And it took a special kind of person to look down their nose at someone who towered over them. Andrea barely reached her chest. âIâm sorry, Miss Roberts,â she said, lowering her head. âIâm almost finished.â Her supervisor insisted on being called Miss Roberts since her promotion, as if that would make her more respectable. Everyone knew how she got that job. âYouâre a mess,â Andrea said, wrinkling her nose. âAnd you smell. Clean yourself up and do something with that hair. We have important guests here today; I donât have time to deal with you.â She self-consciously wiped the sweat on her forehead and patted her hair down, even though she knew it wouldnât help. Her red, curly hair was just a giant unruly puff above her head, and her pale blue uniform had sweat stains under her armpits. Whatever sweat that wasnât being sucked up by her hair was dripping down her face like crazy. Another reason why that stranger had to be out of his mind to make such an offer to her while she looked like that. Andrea turned and carried on down the hallway in her formal suit and high heels. Her manager did indeed look distracted today, so she supposed she had to be grateful for that because usually, she would have shouted at her and threatened to fire her at least a hundred times already. With a sigh, she put Andrea and the handsome stranger out of her mind as she continued cleaning. By the time she finally left the hotel that evening, she looked even worse, but she went out through the staff entrance and straight to her little car without bumping into Andrea again. There was a shower with her name on it at home. It took her almost half an hour to leave the nicer neighbourhoods and cross the tracks to hers. It was so cliched, but the wealthy had separated themselves from the rest of the residents. The difference was stark, but she was used to it. There was nothing shiny on her side, and all the cars were old bangers like hers. Everything needed fixing or was broken beyond repair. But she felt more at home there, even if she itched to leave the dump and discover what was beyond Wolfdale. She parked outside their old trailer home and sighed as she walked in. The TV was blaring, and her father lay on the couch, already passed out. She didnât have to go near him to know he had been drinking again. The dayâs mail was on the counter near the door, placed there where she wouldnât miss it, and it was unopened even though it had her fatherâs name on it. Bills. Overdue bills. The stranger's offer popped back into her mind, but she pushed it away. She didnât need to sell a piece of herself to pay the bills. She sighed again as she picked the mail up and headed for the tiny bedroom she shared with her sister. She carefully opened the creaky door in case Britney was asleep but saw her hunched over her books instead. A small smile formed on her lips. It was worth it. All the shit she had to do to feed her sister was worth it. Brit would forge a better life all by herself, away from this dump. And then she would finally be free, too. Layla felt like sheâd hardly closed her eyes when her alarm went off. She always woke up early to make sure Brit didnât forget to eat her breakfast before school. Her sister always did that, as if by skipping meals, she would lighten the load on her shoulders. There was hardly anything in the fridge, and she probably couldnât do a proper grocery shop for a while with the bills she had to pay. A second job would have been great, but no one was hiring. Another pitfall of living in a small town in the middle of nowhere. She had to do her best until they could leave for greener pastures. And she couldnât leave until Brit left for college. With a loud yawn, she took the eggs out and set about making an omelette for Brit with a couple of slices of toast. Sheâd just poured herself a cup of coffee when she noticed her father through the window. In just his pyjama bottoms, his long, brunette hair was a tangled mess, and his beard was weeks old. Her father didnât care that the neighbours always saw him like this. He was pacing and seemed to be in a heated argument on the phone. He looked tense and had a scowl as he gestured with his free hand like the person on the other side could see him. What the hell had that man done now? She wouldnât get involved. Gerald Carlisle hadnât been a real father to them in a very long time. âSmells good.â She turned from the window to smile at her sister, whoâd already dressed for school. Brit was the spitting image of their father with her brunette locks and hazel eyes. She was also the shortest in the family. People never believed they were sisters because she looked like a sasquatch beside Brit. âArenât you having any?â Brit asked. âNo, Iâll eat at the hotel,â she lied. That was her excuse whenever she didnât have enough money to feed all of them. Andrea never allowed them to take even a piece of fruit from the kitchen. Their father wrenched the door open and marched in. His large frame took up most of the space in the small kitchen. He didnât even bother speaking to them as he went straight to the fridge and pulled a beer out. That was the one thing abundant in their house. When he just threw himself onto the one sofa they had in the house and put the TV on, Brit shook her head and stood. âIâm going to school,â she mumbled. Layla looked at the half-eaten omelette on Britâs plate. âFinish your breakfast,â she said firmly. âIâve lost my appetite,â Brit said as she walked to their bedroom. Layla couldnât help glaring at the disgrace of a man who had already become engrossed in his program. Gerald acted like he was the only one in the family her mother had abandonedâheâd wasted eleven years pining over someone who didnât want any of them. It made her furious, but she didnât have to put up with him much longer. Brit mumbled a goodbye when she came out of their room with her school bag. âWait.â She pulled some money out of her pocket and gave a few notes to Brit. It was supposed to have gone in the money jar she kept hidden for emergencies or to top up Britâs college fund, but keeping her sister healthy was more important. She would find a way to replace it. âLayla_â âTake it. Have something to eat at school,â she insisted. She didnât miss that Gerald had become very interested in that small exchange and would probably ask her for money, too. She finished Britâs breakfast without giving him any attention before she went to shower and dress for work. She didnât bother straightening her hair because it was still early morning, but the heat was already unbearable. At least the hotel washed their uniforms daily, so she didnât have to worry about the sweat stains. She just tied her hair up into a neater puff and looked at herself in the small, cracked mirror in the corner of their cramped room. The inspection was brief because, unlike Brit, she was the image of her mother. Her green eyes were a shade sheâd never seen on anyone else, and it was unnerving. The entire package made her feel like an outsider in her family. She reached for her bag and froze when she heard a crash and loud voices. Her heart hammered loudly, and her hands shook as she inched the door open to stop it from creaking before peeking out. A large man stood over her father, who he had smashed through their wooden coffee table. Gerald tried to get back to his feet, but the man punched him down again. She took a sharp breath when she saw how helpless her father was as he pleaded for mercy. What had he done now? âI already gave you several chances, Gerald,â another man said. He sat in her fatherâs spot on the chair. She could only see the back of his blond head, but it looked greasy and slicked back. Like a baddie out of a horrible B-grade horror movie. She wanted to slip out through her window and let her father suffer alone, but that stupid thing in her head reminded her he was still family. And this was Britâs home; she couldnât allow anything bad to happen here. With a calming breath, she opened the door wider and walked out of the bedroom. âI swear, I only need a little more time,â Gerald said. âIâm good for it this time.â âYou said that last time,â the man said. As he stood, he looked back as if he had already known she was standing behind him. He was young, with a scar across his face that gave him a terrifying look. He wore a suit, but he had a gold tooth and chain around his neck like he really copied his sense of style from a terrible movie. She felt a cold shiver down her spine when he pulled his coloured sunglasses off his face, and his grey eyes looked over her body from top to bottom. Her skin crawled at the blatant violation. âHello, Layla,â the man said. Great. A second stranger knew her name. When she didnât answer, he laughed and looked back at her father. âYouâre lucky this beautiful angel is here,â the man said. âI think you know what you can give me if you canât pay up. Iâll be in touch.â The man turned back to her with another sinister grin before walking out, and the enormous man standing over her father followed. She waited until she heard their car drive off before she stormed to her father. âHow much do you owe?â she hissed. âNot much. Just twenty grand.â Her eyes almost popped out of her head when she heard that figure. Not much? That amount would go a long way in sending Brit off to college. âHow?! What did you do with such a large amount of money? You havenât paid bills here or taken care of us in a long time!â Gerald gingerly sat back in his chair, ignoring the mess the men had made in the living room. âIt was supposed to be a sure bet,â Gerald mumbled. âI would have paid off everything and then had enough to fix things.â Her blood went cold. Her fatherâs gambling had landed them in the trailer park to start with. âYou said you would stop. You said youâd never gamble agaââ âWell, I lied,â Gerald snapped. âAnd I obviously canât fix this myself, so youâll have to think of your sister. Iâll give him what he wants and be done with it.â She remembered the look in the manâs eyes when heâd looked at her, and her meagre breakfast almost came back up. âAnd whatâs that, Dad?â she whispered. âYou. Iâm going to give him you.â chapter 3 âYouâre out of your damn mind if you think for one second that Iâll let you pimp me out!â Somewhere between her mother leaving him with two small girls to raise on his own and now, Gerald Carlisle must have lost his damn mind. Completely. âYou go with him, or we all die. Simple as that,â her father said. âWe donât have to pay for your mistakes! Iâll take Brit and leave,â she snarled. âBrit is still seventeen, and Iâm her father. You canât take her anywhere,â Gerald said as he stood up again. Her father could be intimidating if he wanted to be. He had never been violent towards them, but she knew it wasnât because he wasnât capable of it. She had picked him up from the police station after many bar fights often enough to know the damage he could cause. And she could see the desperation in his hazel eyes as he approached her. âAnd I donât see you dragging Brit out of school in her senior year when you want her to graduate,â Gerald continued. âAnd thatâs what I want, too. Britney has a better chance than us to get out of this shit hole. She can make something of herself. But you, Layla... Youâre a high school dropout. Scrubbing rich peopleâs toilets is all youâll ever be good at. You might as well do this for your sister.â She sucked in her breath. His words cut her deep. Gerald had sliced her open and poured salt all over her wounds. âAnd whose fault is that?â she whispered. âStop blaming me. Youâre resourceful. If youâd wanted to stay in school, you would have found a way,â Gerald snarled. âBesides, you look just like your mother. Iâm sure youâll make more money on your back than at that hotel.â She gasped. Anger mixed with her pain as she turned away from her father and walked back to her bedroom. Tears fell to her cheeks, but she angrily wiped them away. She wouldnât let her father ruin their plans. Her sister was the only good thing in her lifeâshe would not let Gerald break her, too. She would pay the debt off herself if she had to. It wouldnât be the first time sheâd cleaned up Geraldâs messes. It would set them back, but at least Brit could still leave when she graduated. Layla stood and locked her door before easing her bed away from the wall. She pushed one of the square panels on the wall until it shifted enough for her to squeeze her fingers through and pull it open. And then nothing. There was nothing in the hole. Her jar... Her emergency fund was gone. Her anger overtook her pain as she stood and unlocked the door. She wrenched the door open with force and marched to the living room to stand in front of her father. âWhere is it?â she growled. âYouâre blocking the TV, Layla,â her father said with disinterest as he sipped a fresh beer. As if they hadnât just had some wannabe gangsters threaten their lives. âWhere is my money?â she asked, her voice shaky. Her chest was tight, and her breathing harsh. Her body trembled as fury mixed with despair. That jar was everything. All their hopes and dreams for the future. All their problems solved. And it was just gone. How could Gerald sink so low? How could a father... Gerald stopped mid-sip to look at her and then glanced away again. But the guilt was so apparent on his face. âI had to pay him something the first time he came,â he mumbled. All her strength sapped from her body, and her legs became too weak to hold her. She sank to the floor among the debris from the broken table, tears filling her eyes again as she looked at the man who could so casually throw such a bombshell on her. How could he rip their lives apart like this? Did they really not mean anything to him? No, they didnât. They hadnât meant anything to Gerald since their mother had left him. âI will not be a part of your mess,â she hissed as she stood up. âI will help you pay him back with money, not my body, only because I wonât let you taint Britney.â âAnd how will you help me? You earn peanuts,â Gerald sneered. âI earn something, which is more than I can say for you. Get a job and learn some principles. Itâs not okay to sell your children!â She marched back to the bedroom to put everything back in place and pushed her pain to the back of her mind. It was a skill she had learned too early in her life so she could function. Her father would always be a disappointment. The best she could do was try to get Brit away from him, even if it meant leaving before she graduated. The strangerâs offer popped back into her mind. Shame filled her when she considered it a little longer than she should have. But she could do this without his help. She would have to ask for more hours at workâ Work! Shit! She grabbed her bag and car keys and rushed out of the house without another word to her father. Being late would mean a warning, and she couldnât risk this job, not now. Half an hour later, she snuck in through the staff entrance and thankfully found the staff room empty. By the time sheâd changed into her uniform and work shoes, she was confident she could get away with this if no one saw her. But as she pushed her cart out of the cleaning closet, she found Andrea waiting outside, arms crossed and tapping her foot. âThis is the second time this month, Layla.â Right. The first time her junk of a car had given up on her and sheâd had to take a bus. Sheâd forgotten about that. This would be her second strike. One more, and she was out. âIâm so sorry, Miss Roberts. I had a family emergency.â âI donât believe you. You could have called. You think you can waltz around the place and do whatever you want, but the world doesnât revolve around you,â Andrea said as she pulled a notepad from her pocket. âThe rest of us understand we have responsibilities here. This will be your last warning.â âAndrea_â âMiss Roberts,â Andrea hissed. âI understand youâre only twenty-one, Layla, but you must learn to be more responsible. Get to work.â She sighed. How could she ask for more hours if Andrea was on the warpath? Maybe she could pull it off if she gave her some time to cool off and tried at the end of the day. If that didnât work, going over Andreaâs head to ask the manager directly would be her last option. Or she could walk around town after work to beg someone else to hire her part-time. She started working on autopilot, scrubbing a million toilets and cleaning up after the entitled guests of the exclusive hotel while her mind was lost in trying to find a solution. What kind of man would think selling their child was the best way out of their problems? What kind of man would demand that of somebody else? She didnât know who this man whoâd invaded their home was, but she knew she would never give herself to him. Just the thought of it was making her nauseous. A few hours later, she came up to the penthouse suiteâthe room where that handsome stranger had made the ridiculous request. There was too much to worry about that she hadnât thought of him all day, but he filled her head completely the second she knocked on his door. And once again, her body started to react and overheat. There was no answer, thankfully. She didnât know what to do if he made the same offer again. She unlocked the door, pushed her cart in, and had to stop and squeeze her thighs together when she caught a pleasant scent. It had to be his cologne. Spicy and masculine, just like he was. Her toes curled again, just remembering what he looked like. Sheâd only seen him for minutes, but his image seemed to have burnt into her head. But she had to get over it. He was gay. âHousekeeping,â she called out in case the two men hadnât heard her. Maybe they were still in bed or in the shower. Again, the urge to claw the other manâs eyes out took her over. What the hell was wrong with her? She left the cart in the living area and entered the guest bathroom. The heat was worse than the day before, but it hadnât bothered her much until she walked into the penthouse suite. One look in the mirror told her she would have to tidy herself up before she saw Andrea again. Strands of her hair had fallen out of her puff, and rivers of sweat were pouring down her face. Her uniform was beyond saving. It was a good thing the stranger wasnât there to see all that mess. She splashed cold water on her face, but that didnât even begin to cool her down. She looked longingly at the shower behind her and then the sunken tub. What she wouldnât give to soak in a cool bath or stand under a cool spray. But she still had a million more rooms to clean, and showering in the guest rooms would be an automatic dismissal. She splashed more water on her face and then wet one of the clean face towels to cool her heated neck. That didnât help much, either. She was on fire, and nothing would put the flames out. She wet the towel again as she undid all the buttons of her shirt and untucked it from her skirt. Then she placed the cool cloth on her chest. That was better. She sighed in relief when her body started to behave. If the heatwave didnât break soon, sheâd be a puddle on the floor. Half an hour later, she was considerably cooler and late to start the cleaning. There was nothing she could do about her sweaty uniform. At least she was invisible to the guests. All the clientele had money coming out of their eyeballs; the help was always invisible to people like that. She picked up the towels sheâd used and walked out of the bathroom to her cleaning cart. And in walked the biggest man she had ever seen. He had been sitting when sheâd first seen him, so she hadnât realised how tall he was. She didnât often meet people that much taller than her. Her body heated again as if she hadnât just spent all her allocated time cooling herself down. She met that ice-blue gaze again, and her insides melted. He still looked as angry as he had when they had metâmaybe that was his default expression. Maybe rich people looked at others like that because they assumed someone would ask them for money. But a shiver went down her spine at just how cold he was. Still, she didnât look away. There was just something about him... Her heart drummed so loudly she could hear it. Something washed over her whole body that felt gentle and overwhelming at the same time. Her body hummed with a need that shocked her with its intensity. Sheâd been hot before, but now she was burning up, and that fire shot straight down to her core. âWhy are you just standing there? Move out of the way.â Someoneâs voice drifted into her ears. It took her a moment to realise that Mr. Sex-On-Legsâ boyfriend was standing next to him, and he looked at her just as coldly. What was with these people? Did they behave like assholes everywhere they went? The urge to attack him returned, but she knew the consequences would be even more significant than losing her job if she gave in. âAre you sure you want her?â the man continued, looking at her from top to bottom. âShe canât even follow simple instructions.â Her gaze returned to the ice-blue ones. The anger in them almost knocked her back. Was he upset that she had denied his illogical request? âCover yourself up,â the sexy man growled. That voice again. She bit her lip to stop herself from saying something that would get her fired or arrested and squeezed her thighs together again. She couldnât help herself. His full lips parted slightly as if he was breathing through his mouth, and his chest rose and fell as if heâd been running. He looked like he was close to ripping her head off. âCover yourself up.â His words penetrated her lust-addled brain like a bucket of ice-cold water thrown on her. She looked down at her chest, remembering she had unbuttoned it to cool down. Everything was on display! She was bursting out of her old, lacy bra in front of strangers! Gasping, she clutched the shirt together and turned around. Her face heated, and she knew the colour would match her hair. âI was looking for you, Layla. 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No | 2024-10-03 02:49 | active | 1567 | 0 | NAÌM KIÌN MÄÌŁT NHÄÌN TIN ÄĂÌ ÄÆŻÆ ÌŁC TÆŻ VĂÌN... | Facemax Há»i ÄĂĄp NĂM DA sá» 100 Facemax há»i ÄĂĄp Da Liá» u! đLĂ m sao Äá» tr! nĂĄ.m , tĂ n nha.ng ,Äá»i má»i, mỄn, lá» chĂąn lĂŽng to. đDa dáș§u nhá»n, lĂŁo hĂła,tÄng sáșŻc tá» da... đ SáșĄm da, xá»n mĂ u ---Xá» lĂ táșĄi nhĂ ÄÆĄn giáșŁn - khĂŽng cáș§n tá»n tiá»n Äi Spa Äáș·t cĂąu há»i cho tĂŹnh tráșĄng da của báșĄn Äá» ÄÆ°á»Łc tÆ° váș„n giáșŁi phĂĄp từ ChuyĂȘn Gia của Facemax. => HĂŁy dĂ nh ra 10 phĂșt xem video anh ThĂ nh Nguyá» n chia sáș» nhĂ© Hy vá»ng vá»i video nĂ y sáșœ giĂșp chá»/em hiá»u rĂ” hÆĄn khĂĄi niá»m vá» Äiá»u tr! NĂĄ.m Da táșĄi nhĂ , hiá»u ÄĂșng Äá» Äiá»u tr! cho hiá»u quáșŁ nha ! ChĂșc cĂĄc báșĄn thĂ nh cĂŽng ! #ThanhNguyenSkin #Facemax | MESSAGE_PAGE | Ds ThaÌnh NguyĂȘÌn - QuĂŽÌc TĂȘÌ | https://www.facebook.com/chamsocdamat123/ | 862 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461920691_1717859672283477_6487024478735788718_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=QpF44Guysx0Q7kNvgF_HIe0&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A58PxKBT5SOAyyB_sczkGBV&oh=00_AYDD-9pOvLXmdEKic8q6smckFdn60WH-R_yp12PVsEmBwA&oe=67042FE0 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Ds ThaÌnh NguyĂȘÌn - QuĂŽÌc TĂȘÌ | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-03 02:48 | active | 1567 | 0 | âItâs October 3rdâ đ©·đ Drag Me Out Thursdays: BRAT VS. MEAN GIRLS comes to @manrayclub on October 3rd! Join us for a night of queer dancing and joy along with unforgettable, open stage drag performances! Come to the show wearing pink or green to show your support for your favorite, and dance to beats from the AMAZING DJ @wreakingharlowhavoc! See you there chicken! đ . đManRay is located at 40 Prospect Street, Cambridge, MA 02139. 19+ to enter, 21+ to drink. $15 cover at the door, cash or card! . đ Sign-Ups for November are open NOW at the link in my bio! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #bossiboots #hellochicken #dragmeout #manray #openstage #brat #meangirls #nonbinary #dragqueen #drag #gay #fyp #rupaulsdragrace #rpdr #pride #lgbtq #dragqueens #queer #dragmakeup #dragqueensofinstagram #queen #dragqueenmakeup #fashion #dragartist #makeupartist #love #gaypride #mua | LEARN_MORE | https://tinyurl.com/bossiboots | williamailloux | https://www.instagram.com/_u/williamailloux | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | tinyurl.com | VIDEO | https://tinyurl.com/bossiboots | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/461323987_439296819169629_1155980676347250526_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=01e7c5&_nc_ohc=uoaEPNYwMtYQ7kNvgE9dGJQ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYA5-N-tYbCejHWZgErLxK92qZoc9QTLlhVpXcScMz4WEA&oe=67042870 | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | williamailloux | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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45 Odd Rules Hells Angels Members Have to Follow | This Is the Craziest, Most Controversial Hells Angels Rule Ever! | LEARN_MORE | https://drivepedia.com/trending/hells-angels-rules | FabCrunch Express | https://www.facebook.com/61561020704899/ | 24 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | drivepedia.com | DCO | From âProperty ofâ patches to ruthless loyalty tests, explore the terrifying rules that keep the Hells Angels in line and everyone else living in fear | https://drivepedia.com/trending/hells-angels-rules-syn/?utm_source=Facebook&utm_campaign=Hells%20Angels%20%7C%20V8%20%7C%200110%20Dynamic%20PHS%201%20CMB%20ba11%20-%20Mobile%20WW%20FB%20CMB&network_code=CMB&utm_term=content&v=4 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461797332_557189233434378_7207762837161406122_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cFLoysQPxd8Q7kNvgFYrJHi&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AdKpheKQyifJld_GXXXRbT6&oh=00_AYAtfF4oHEHlGi8YTIShXWfxRhtXRenPsiEZ0ibTsT2YWg&oe=67041CF1 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | FabCrunch Express | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Have you bought your tickets to the screening of Studio One Forever? Don't miss it â at the Laemmle NoHo Theater on October 3rd with a Q&A with Bruce Vilanch. https://tickets.fandango.com/mobileexpress/seatselection?row_count=469565209&mid=237579&chainCode=LMLE&sdate=2024-10-03+19%3A30&tid=aawpi&route=map-seat-map | Studio One Forever | https://www.facebook.com/studiooneforever/ | 1,988 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | IMAGE | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461882383_1094098425561407_2034591550656670219_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=2ajDRy0cN94Q7kNvgENdrwJ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A_8F4LcKNV2qpZMSLjnE0S6&oh=00_AYCUtSti-uh37JE4i7ujptszuMRzrM6_jYJnjT6SVMgBbA&oe=67040C33 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Studio One Forever | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-03 02:50 | active | 1567 | 0 | đ€ Deon Cole LIVE at Dania Improv â October 4, 5 & 6! đ€ | Get ready for three nights of nonstop laughs with the one and only Deon Cole at Dania Improv! đ Youâve seen him on Black-ish, Grown-ish, and his critically acclaimed Netflix specials, and now heâs bringing his unique brand of comedy to our stage. đ„ Why You Donât Want to Miss This: Deonâs fresh, unapologetic humor, guaranteed to have you rolling. As seen in Netflixâs CHARLEEN'S BOY, and his award-winning performance in The Harder They Fall. Three nights onlyâdonât miss your chance to see one of the funniest comedians live! đ Show Dates: October 4 @ 7:30PM & 10PM October 5 @ Sold Out! & 9:30 PM October 6 @ 7PM đïž Tickets are on sale NOW! đ Get yours here before theyâre gone! Deon Cole brings the laughs, the stories, and the surprises. Get ready for a night to remember at Dania Improv! | BOOK_TRAVEL | https://www.daniaimprov.com/events/97857 | Dania Improv | https://www.facebook.com/daniaimprov/ | 3,238 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Book now | 0 | www.daniaimprov.com | VIDEO | https://www.daniaimprov.com/events/97857 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461656013_1027997058804732_2148444823637578250_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=L61FiqJIGF0Q7kNvgFSqvbw&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A_8F4LcKNV2qpZMSLjnE0S6&oh=00_AYCWDyhNCDORP7Vad0GwLEuZnedbSm2IICgSjeAr2xn1ZQ&oe=67040AA3 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Dania Improv | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"Tascam has over-engineered this console... I did not expect to be as impressed as I was.â - Shaun Miller, Production Director, Rolling Hills Community Church, Franklin, TN | Hands On with Tascam's SonicView24 Console. Spoiler Alert: It's Super Powerful & Volunteer-Friendly | LEARN_MORE | https://www.churchproduction.com/sponsored/tascam/ | Church Production Magazine | https://www.facebook.com/churchproduction/ | 16,779 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | churchproduction.com | DCO | {{product.description}} | https://www.churchproduction.com/sponsored/tascam/hands-on-with-tascam-s-sonicview24-console-spoiler-alert-it-/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461650760_1556257948577229_6459331430981741356_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=XBAGpmcy_6sQ7kNvgFXRL2R&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AlbhunfU3Z_fI50r7YWGsKA&oh=00_AYDc5RsTAhdAeeiTcJbpcMjVPEiD9DoUS7z4aNG0aNGJbw&oe=67042B11 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Church Production Magazine | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Tailored Gay Menâs Travel & Adventures | Hi, Iâm Chris from Pride Adventure Travel! đ From Big Sur to Oregon and beyond, I create custom adventures for gay men to explore, connect, and celebrate together. Our recent Oregon Getaway featured breathtaking hikes, rafting, and coastal views. đïžđŁââïž Curious about how we craft these trips? Check out the articleâand get inspired for your next adventure with us! đđ https://prideadventuretravel.com/adventure-blog/f/tailored-gay-men%E2%80%99s-travel-adventures | LEARN_MORE | https://prideadventuretravel.com/adventure-blog/f/ | Pride Adventure Travel | https://www.facebook.com/prideadventuretravel/ | 340 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | prideadventuretravel.com | IMAGE | At Pride Adventure Travel, we specialize in creating unforgettable, custom travel experiences for gay men. Travel is about more than just seeing new placesâit's about adventure, connection, and celebrating who we are. Ou... | https://prideadventuretravel.com/adventure-blog/f/tailored-gay-men%E2%80%99s-travel-adventures | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461922665_576995534658494_8652774205980835430_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=1gpLFOyEdd4Q7kNvgG_KFCl&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Ao-14sPvAE6WBuxygN3pf0h&oh=00_AYAFzEy0PFM5KRP1fR-v52jQEQXQ0Nznkmo7cnPADqHtOA&oe=67041B87 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Pride Adventure Travel | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Check out Explore Authors Magazine's list of exciting new books to read this fall. From heart-pounding thrillers, romance, science-fiction, fantasy, adventure, YA, inspirational, self-help, philosophy, historical nonfiction, and more...available now at fine retailers everywhere. We have book recommendations in every genre, including COMING SOON titles scheduled for this month. There's a book for every reader. Find yours. You can find more amazing titles published by New Book Authors Publishing at http://exploreauthors.com to learn more about these exciting new books. Why? BECAUSE READING IS FUN! If you are an author and would like to publish or market your book with New Book Authors Publishing visit https://newbookauthors.com and click Publish Now. #books #booktok #fiction #thriller #suspense #reading #fantasy #philosophy #romance #inspirational #sliceoflife #fun | NO_BUTTON | New Book Authors Publishing | https://www.facebook.com/NewBookAuthorsPublishingCompany/ | 989 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | No button | 0 | MULTI_IMAGES | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461602125_2216280868736075_1548076266081494259_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=B-dq1z5CpawQ7kNvgE6VkxY&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ACrtDJJxqgw3OlkGVXivzxq&oh=00_AYBeDPazC7uv5FRMBS7nLjg9SEOvOqRnmlBpqF03DGxVAA&oe=6704145A | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | New Book Authors Publishing | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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đ„đ„Click to read the next chapter for freeđ | My husband Elijah wanted to do some sweet things with me again, however, he suddenly brought up his ex-girlfriend. This caused my emotions to explode. I hadnât realized Iâd already fallen asleep when I heard the bedroom door open. Something made a loud, clattering noise. I quickly sat up and saw Elijah staggering toward me. I hastily moved backward, giving him a look of disbelief. He reeked of alcohol and was obviously drunk. If he wasnât, he would have just ignored me and gone straight to bed. âHey, playing hard to get, arenât you?â he said in a slurred manner, his bloodshot eyes becoming more intense. Then without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I didnât have time to react, though, because he suddenly started unbuttoning my oversized nightshirt. âWhen did Serena start working at your company?â I asked him coldly. He shrugged, but didnât stop what he was doing. âNot sure. Probably recruited by HR.â He traveled down and then his tongue followed. Finally, the last button on my sleep pajama surrendered. âSerena is such a talented addition to our team,â he remarked with admiration. As I reminisced about the scene I witnessed at the company, my husband and his ex-girlfriend Serena were closely nestled together, sharing laughter and conversation. But I couldn't muster the courage to confront her and ask her to keep her distance from him. Jealousy and pain gripped my chest. I couldnât believe he was saying all this while undressing me! I knew then that he still had feelings for her. "You know," he said, oblivious to my disappointment, "she's even outperforming many of the senior colleagues who've been with the company for years." Even as we locked eyes, there was something in his gazeâa kind of infatuationâthat he never seemed to exhibit when it came to me. Heâs probably picturing me as her! I thought with disgust. I was so disappointed in him, and didnât want him anywhere near me. Iâve been obedient, helpful, and hardworking⊠But no one cares. Not even my own husband. Iâm nothing to him. He doesnât love me and he never learned to. Thatâs the most painful of all. A sudden surge of clarity and calmness washed over me. âI want to divorce you.â | LEARN_MORE | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 | Indulge in story | https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/ | 806 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | thebvhwysgng.com | DCO | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13552&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/456447136_513011344615331_1497297673340256615_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=EG8qdmlEwhkQ7kNvgHpGpn8&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYCGb138cxMAsxC0caPcipYw9KoJMwthV9xdD7mjzkdV0Q&oe=67025894 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Indulge in story | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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đ Ticket Giveaway Alert! đ Weâre excited to partner with @cheerstohospitality to give away **3 pairs of tickets** to one of Milwaukeeâs premier culinary events! đ Nov 9 đ Discovery World This is your chance to experience a night of gourmet creations from 20 of Milwaukeeâs top restaurants, including @maxiessouthern, @storyhillbkc and @bluesegg + @blackshoebakery. Plus, sip on fine wines, spirits, and craft cocktailsâall while supporting Wisconsin ProStart and the next generation of culinary talent. Want to win? Hereâs how to enter: 1ïžâŁ **Like** this post 2ïžâŁ **Share** this post to your Story or Timeline (make sure itâs public!) 3ïžâŁ **Tag/Comment** who you want to bring with you 4ïžâŁ **Sign up** for our Best Guest Club for a bonus +1 entry (2 entries) đ Winners must like/follow Black Shoe Hospitality and a link to sign up for our Best Guest Club is in our bio. Good luck! âš Winners will be announced this Friday! #cheers #hospitality #blackshoehospitality #giveaway #goodluck #goodluckbabe | Black Shoe Hospitality | https://www.facebook.com/blackshoehospitality/ | 840 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | IMAGE | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461876955_1013053597230334_6911283632958342513_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=eVhoti9IWAYQ7kNvgExkmqm&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYAXNPTSNz052eqzGpdoCN2k5IavEu84ubyel6x12NLoqQ&oe=670254B6 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Black Shoe Hospitality | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete |
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