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2,119,105	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594	"Unleash Your Inner Detective! 🧠✨	"Unleash Your Inner Detective! 🧠✨ Ever wondered why people act the way they do? Want to master the art of communication and build stronger relationships? Our FREE masterclass will equip you with the knowledge and skills to better understand human behavior and apply it to your life and career. Sign up now and discover how understanding psychology can: Enhance your communication skills Improve your relationships Boost your career prospects Gain a deeper understanding of yourself and others Don't miss this opportunity to unlock your full potential! Sign up now for your free masterclass delivered straight to your inbox. #psychology #personalgrowth #communication #relationships #masterclass"	LEARN_MORE	https://www.omniscient-insights.com/pl/2148554829	Omniscient Insights	https://www.facebook.com/omniscientinsights/	1,678	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	omniscient-insights.com	IMAGE	"Unleash Your Inner Detective! 🧠✨ Ever wondered why people act the way they do? Want to master the art of communication and build stronger relationships? Our FREE masterclass will equip you with the knowledge and skills to better understand human behavior and apply it to your life and career. ...	https://www.omniscient-insights.com/pl/2148554829	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462222284_3909819599344914_7199754111486234964_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=mJg0f3FLXGsQ7kNvgGbnqlZ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AJvjceT6oxo37GSviIeqHaa&oh=00_AYAvuitCv0xrz8fA9tLPn2KeimPElB54R4DVZ_1lQ2bfiQ&oe=670B8D26	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Omniscient Insights	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,119,078	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2119077}'	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594			LEARN_MORE	https://contest.topeka.live/tb_app/512087	JJ Grey & Mofro	https://www.facebook.com/MOFROBAND/	147,676	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	contest.topeka.live	CAROUSEL		https://contest.topeka.live/tb_app/512087	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462433865_2379077132433244_3919734065725902510_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ebk7RWSxsBMQ7kNvgGf1hLs&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AvisVclESG1T0s6gIpMAixg&oh=00_AYDMDZARHjSC6Tc1aCHkY61XWEOlY9VaUE9Ly1TmYcoznQ&oe=670B997B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	JJ Grey & Mofro	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,119,074	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2119071}'	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594			SIGN_UP	https://propeller.la/ofthetrees2024-pr?utm_source=	Of The Trees	https://www.facebook.com/ofthetrees/	51,197	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	propeller.la	CAROUSEL		https://propeller.la/ofthetrees2024-pr?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=ad-ac&utm_campaign=ofthetrees&utm_content=ofthetrees_boost	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460717347_990956616112267_1906814212890849850_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=jbgEpot2ACwQ7kNvgHZuVso&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AX60t2srxffUiUFH4wZjpey&oh=00_AYCBm2z20SOvLSZspfRsqbIqZIPf-kaMIJPbCpYiKD139A&oe=670B8966	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Of The Trees	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,119,076	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2119075}'	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594		🌊🎭 Dreaming of Broadway? Enter for a chance to win a 4-day cruise for two + $1,000 towards flights! Stars, sea, and fun await! 🎶🌟	SIGN_UP	https://app.impactive.io/campaigns/fanout/activiti	Well-Versed	https://www.facebook.com/100088123683149/	93	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign up	app.impactive.io	IMAGE		https://app.impactive.io/campaigns/fanout/activities/mtypsvmu?start=1&utm_source=Facebook&utm_medium={{placement}}&utm_campaign={{ad.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462217630_1704122157075494_7271812784605122237_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=aNWYbJlVUUcQ7kNvgEK0KOg&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AvisVclESG1T0s6gIpMAixg&oh=00_AYD9v4tVhDzNlnhNAmQW496ggTdz2rq_F8zF8CwH0TWnzg&oe=670BB4F7	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Well-Versed	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,119,077	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594			LEARN_MORE	https://contest.topeka.live/tb_app/512087	JJ Grey & Mofro	https://www.facebook.com/MOFROBAND/	147,676	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	contest.topeka.live	CAROUSEL		https://contest.topeka.live/tb_app/512087	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462433865_2379077132433244_3919734065725902510_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ebk7RWSxsBMQ7kNvgGf1hLs&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AvisVclESG1T0s6gIpMAixg&oh=00_AYDMDZARHjSC6Tc1aCHkY61XWEOlY9VaUE9Ly1TmYcoznQ&oe=670B997B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	JJ Grey & Mofro	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,119,079	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2119077}'	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594			LEARN_MORE	https://contest.topeka.live/tb_app/512087	JJ Grey & Mofro	https://www.facebook.com/MOFROBAND/	147,676	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	contest.topeka.live	CAROUSEL		https://contest.topeka.live/tb_app/512087	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462433865_2379077132433244_3919734065725902510_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ebk7RWSxsBMQ7kNvgGf1hLs&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AvisVclESG1T0s6gIpMAixg&oh=00_AYDMDZARHjSC6Tc1aCHkY61XWEOlY9VaUE9Ly1TmYcoznQ&oe=670B997B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	JJ Grey & Mofro	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,119,113	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2119111}'	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594	🔞😍Click here to read on👉👉👉	Seggx. It meant nothing. It was nothing. That's why it was easy for me to let strangers ïnto my bödy every blessed month. He went iñ and öut of mê continuously, his grunts mingling with the hum of the ceiling fan above. I stared at the cracks in the paint, counting each line to distract myself from the weight pressing me into the mattress. It was a mechanical routine—like clockwork. I felt nothing. It wasn't new. It wasn't emotional. It was just…seggx. When it was over, he tossed the money onto the bedside table, a crumpled pile of bills that would keep me afloat for another week. He didn't say goodbye, and I didn't expect him to. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with the silence and the lingering scent of cheap cologne. I pulled the sheets around me, staring at the worn-out clock on the nightstand. Another hour before I had to get ready for work, another hour before I had to put on my mask of happiness and face the world. This was my life—each transãctiön a means to an end, each encounter a reminder of how far I'd fallen. How deep-rooted my disgrace was. I picked up my phone and called the one man who turned me into this. Who, without him, I had nowhere else to go. No family. Nothing. While it was ringing, I got up and walked towards the mirror in the rather cheap hotel room. I looked at myself in the mirror, my pale green eyes looking pale, my cheeks hollow. I looked like I was dying. Dried to the bone. I couldn't withstand the disgust that filled my heart, so I raised my hand and punched the mirror. The shattered shards, piercing into my skin. I didn't care. I was numb. I took the camera that was adapted to the mirror. "Alex," I said when he answered. "It's done. I have the video. His face. And everything." There was a pause on the other end, I decided to add. "Are you sure it's going to work? He doesn't look like someone who cares about his image." I leaned against the wall, lighting a cigãrette with trembling fingers. The only thing that kept me sane. "It'll work," he finally replied, coldly. "I know his type. They all care about something." Another pause. I could almost hear the gears turning in his mind. "Bring it to me." He hung up, not caring about the emotional trauma that I had to face. I crushed the cigãrette under my heel, watching the ember fade out. I wrapped my bleeding hand in a towel, the makeshift bandage turning crimson. Pain was a constant companion, but it was a reminder that I was still alive, still fighting. I grabbed the camera and slipped it into my bag, putting on my clothes. I gave myself one last sigh before stepping out, not looking back at the cheap hotel. Stepping out into the night, the cool morning air hit my face like a splash of water. It was time to face Alex. I counted the bills as I walked with a bit of swagger. "Cheapskate," I murmured, for an upcoming millionaire, he sure was a miser. Renting a cheap hotel and paying me cheaply. I rolled my eyes shoving it into my pocket, I guess it was expected. I was cheap after all. The streets were quiet, the city asleep. I walked the familiar path to Alex's penthouse, I didn't have money to spare for a taxi right now. I reached the building, nodding to the doorman who knew better than to ask questions. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, each floor taking me closer to my fate. When the doors finally opened, I walked into the elegant space that was Alex's kingdom. He stood by the window, looking out over the city, a king surveying his domain. I approached him, holding out the camera. "Here," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. He took it without a word, his eyes never leaving mine. There was no gratitude, no acknowledgment of the sacrifices I'd made. Just a cold, hard transãction. "Good," he said, finally breaking the silence. "This will do." I watched him, waiting for some sign of what came next. But Alex was a master at keeping his cards close to his chest. "And what about me?" I asked. He looked at me, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You get a reward, you have been a good girl for the past five months, I think it's time to show everyone that you are my wife, right? Isn't that what you have wanted?" I frowned, knowing these were just false promises. He always promised that. Every time. So I laughed, a bitter sound that echoed in the lavish room. "That's not the type of reward I want, Alex." He stood there, an image of dark perfection. His hair was jet black, falling just slightly over his forehead in a way that made him look effortlessly charming. Broad shoulders filled out his tailored suit, exuding power and control. Everything about him had made me fall in love with this psycho, and had made me give up my humanity for him. His handsome face, with its perfectly chiseled features, and that sweet mouth that could spew both love and venom. Jerk. A complete jerk. Alex leaned in, producing a cigãrette and handing me one. He lit his own, took a deep puff, and then brought his mouth close to my face, puffing the smoke into my face. I coughed a bit as he smirked. "What do you want then, my love?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock affection. "If not for you, I wouldn't have all this wealth. I mean, you deserve it." I smirked, my eyes meeting dark eyes. "Give me a divorce." His eyes squinted, confusion and anger flickering across his face. That made me feel a bit proud. "What?" "Give me a divorce, Alex." For a moment, silence filled the room. He stared at me, the mask of composure slipping as he processed my demand. His handsome features twisted into a look of disbelief. It's so good to see him surprised. It gives me pleasure. "You're joking." "Do I look like I'm joking?" I retorted, "I want out, Alex. I'm done." His face hardened, the charming façade crumbling to reveal the cold, calculating man underneath. "You think you can just walk away from this? From me?" "Yes," I said firmly. "I do." His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them. He snarled, "Do you not care for your family once more, Sienna? Did you forget that once you leave, they die? Or is it the cheap money you asked from the men I told you to sleep with that you are going to use to sustain your rather extravagant mother?" I glared at him, my anger barely contained. "We wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for you!" Alex chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "And that's why I'm paying for their bills. To console my sins." "Why should I care if they even die? My mother's mind is already upside down, thinking she's still upper class, she is mad and needs to go to a mental hospital but you are feeding her delusions. And my father has a tumor in his brain," I snapped, my voice breaking. Alex took a step closer, his expression softening in a way I knew was calculated. "Fine. I will change. I am changing. I'm going for therapy. You know that. I'm not hurting you. I haven't hit you for months. Isn't this a sign? I never touched another woman that wasn't you, my love." Tears filled my eyes as the familiar words washed over me. I knew it was manipulation, but love... love was a disease. My heart was crumbling, the practiced moment in the bathroom that I was going to end this once and for all was disappearing from my head. I was broken. No matter how hard I tried to tell myself I would break through this, I couldn't. He reached out and hugged me. "I am sorry, Sienna. That's why I am trying so hard to change. I am changing for you. For us." "One last time," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I would give us a try one last time." He smiled and placed a kiss on my lips. "Then one last job and we are done with this whole trash. You would be my wife and I, your husband. I promise you that." I forced a smile. He may be like this, but I know for sure he didn't cheat. Deep down, I think he cared. He is also going for therapy, so maybe he would change. I also had nowhere to go, so…I nodded. "Who am I meeting this time?" Alex rubbed my head softly, "His name is Dominic Callahan." My eyes widened in surprise. "That's my boss." He kissed my forehead, my heart pounding faster. "Yes. He is your boss. I know you think that he's just a celebrity and you're his assistant. But... he has a tattoo on his waist... it's a secret that I got hard. That tattoo on his back is the code to get the information that would get the Callahan industry." I gasped, the weight of his words sinking in. "That's... that's too far, Alex. Dominic never changes in front of anybody. His waistline is always covered and I think he is gay. There is no way I could make him fall for me. He also knows me, he would never. He is too meticulous." "I know all this baby girl. But the Callahan industry has its secret code. I just need it and get the highest shares with that, my love. You and I..." He kissed my knuckles. "... would rule the world." My eyes widened, torn between the reality I knew and the dream he painted. And I... I believed him. Chapter 2 He had kept to his word. After I handed my resignation letter to the company I worked for, Alex had never stopped being the perfect husband for the past two months. We went to therapy together. We were healing. He still gets off by watching me getting laid with other men, but I don't mind. He is getting better. He is touching me, getting me good clothes. I am well-fed, and I have to say I am becoming happy. I have my basic needs now, from here on I can start afresh. I have even grown some flesh on my body. I no longer get beaten by him every Sunday, it's going well. That's why I didn't mind when I stood in front of the exclusive bar, a pinhole camera in my bag. I had sat for five hours to be taken care of today by the beauty saloons, well pampered, waxed, and perfect for the day. It was easy. Sit down with Dominic. He would hardly recognize me; I wasn't the shy assistant who wore oversized glasses anymore. Use my charm, slip something into his drink, take him to the room. Get the code. And there, done. Easy peasy. I can do this. I flipped my hair over my shoulder, adjusted my fur coat, and catwalk. As I walked into the bar, the atmosphere felt electric. The dim lighting cast a sultry glow on the patrons, the hum of conversations blending with the soft notes of jazz playing in the background. My outfit was short, showing skin. Skimpy. Perfect for this night, showing my curved waist and hips, I could feel the eyes on me, the appreciative glances, the whispers. I have to say, for a forty-year-old woman, I was serving hottie. I walked with swaying hips, feeling a newfound confidence. Men whistled at me, their eyes following my every move, but my focus was on the VIP section. I blushed shyly as I approached the guard, his eyes looking over my body, taking in every detail of my attire. He asked for my pass, which I handed over without hesitation. He inspected it briefly before letting me in. There, drinking wine, was my boss. Well, my ex-boss. Handsome. Tall. Muscular. Gosh, he was just so swoon-worthy. Dominic Callahan, the man who once made my heart race with a single glance. He was every girl's dream man, with eyes like the clearest summer sky and a presence that commanded the room. His gaze was intense, the kind that could unravel one's deepest secrets, yet there was a gentleness to him, a silent promise of protection. A silver piercing glinted at the edge of his sculpted ear, catching the dim light of the bar. His hair, the color of midnight, was styled back tonight, a few strands rebelliously falling over his forehead, softening the hard lines of his chiseled jaw. He lifted the glass to his lips, and even this simple action was a study of grace. Dominic Callahan was not just a man; he was a force, an enigma wrapped in a perfectly tailored suit. I walked towards him and ordered a drink, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my chest. I kept on reminding myself. I can do this. He turned to look at me, those piercing blue eyes locking onto mine, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as if he were fully aware of the effect he had on me—and relished it. "Sienna," he said, his voice dripping with familiarity and intrigue. Well… that didn't go as expected. Thinking he wouldn't recognize me was a fool's thought at most. I smiled, my heart pounding as I took the seat next to him. This was it. The moment I had been preparing for. Who would have thought this man was the second son of the owner of Callahan Industries? Though his surname was a dead giveaway, the Callahan family never revealed they had a second son. Besides, it wasn't just them who had the name Callahan, Dominic was rich himself and had worked from scratch to become the popular celebrity he is today. I hope he will forgive me for doing this. "Hello, Dominic, or should I still call you Mister Callahan?" I asked, taking off my fur coat to reveal my shoulders. The A-line neckline dipped, showcasing my cleavage. He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You have some confidence coming in here." I flipped my hair, blinking my eyes at him innocently. "Did you reserve this place just for yourself because you're a popular celebrity?" He laughed, a cold, flirtatious sound that sent a shiver down my spine. He winked, "And what if I did? I never expected that my little mouse of an assistant would be the one sitting beside me with such confidence. How did you even get a pass?" I smirked, "Little mouse? Oh, I was anything but a little mouse Dominic." His eyes trailed down to my lips, before moving to my eyes. "Well I had wanted to be alone, I don't know how you got in, but I am glad you are here anyways. How did you glow up so fast?" "Confidence is key in this world, don't you think?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "True," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. "But confidence can be dangerous if not backed by capability." "I've learned a lot since we last saw each other. Capabilities included," I said, leaning forward slightly. My buds were hard, I could feel that they were poking through my black silk gown. "Oh, really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I could see the way his eyes went down. He noticed it too, my buds and my butt had always been my greatest assets. There was no way he didn't feel something. "And what capabilities might those be?" he added. "Why don't you find out?" I challenged, my heart racing as I held his gaze. I can do this. I reminded myself once again. It's just seggx. It had never had any meaning, but now it does. It was my key to a happy life. Dominic chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "You've changed, Sienna. I like it. But what brings you here tonight?" "Maybe I just wanted to see if the stories about you were true," I said, playing with the rim of my glass. "Or maybe I wanted to see if you've changed too or maybe it was all a coincidence." "And what do you think so far?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think you're still the same Dominic Callahan," I replied, smirking. "But I guess some things never change." "Some things do," he said softly, leaning closer. "People grow, they learn. Sometimes, they even surprise you." As we stared at each other, a waiter approached with a tray of appetizers. In his haste, he bumped into the table, causing a spoon to fall and clatter to the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry," the waiter apologized, quickly bending down to retrieve the spoon. Dominic glanced at the waiter, he bent to look over his attention momentarily diverted. Sensing my opportunity, I swiftly reached into my bag and pulled out the vial, carefully pouring something into his drink. By the time the waiter stood up and placed the spoon back on the table, I had already slipped the vial back into my bag and resumed our conversation as if nothing had happened. Dominic picked up his drink, oblivious to my actions, and he raised his glass. "To surprises, then." "Cheers," I replied, smirking behind my glass. Lucky me. We both drank and for a moment, there was a silence filled with the clinking of glasses and the soft hum of the bar. Dominic's gaze never left mine and as the drug began to take effect, his smile faltered. My smirk grew as I watched him struggle to maintain his composure. "I hope you know what you're doing," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. Surprising me. What did he mean? We found ourselves in the hotel room, the tension from the bar spilling over into this private space. I smirked and said, "I thought you were gay." He chuckled, his movements unsteady, the drugs taking effect. "Never believe the rumors," he replied, swaying slightly as he closed the distance between us. I didn't have to go through with this, I could just tie him up, he was unstable. But…I couldn't resist. Dominic's hands found my waist, his touch felt like electricity through my veins. He pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together. His lips met mine in a fierce kiss, full of hunger and desire. The taste of wine lingered on his breath as our tongues intertwined. He backed me against the wall, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve slowly. It made my brain go muddle. He kissed my neck and I moänèd. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed. The feel of his hands on my skin sent shivers down my spine. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, and down to my chêst, his lips igniting a fire wherever they touched. I arched my back, lost in the sensation, as he continued his movement. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my dress, pulling it off in one swift motion. I was exposed, and vulnerable, but the intensity of his gaze made me feel more alive than ever. He kissed his way back up, his mouth finding mine again as he pushed me down onto the bed. Dominic's bõdy covered mine, his weight comforting and exciting. He was hard. He didn't waste time in forêpläy. I didn't want that either. I wanted him. He entered me with a powerful thrÜšt, making me gasp. The rhythm he set was relentless, each movement driving me closer to the edge. His hands gripped my butt, holding me in place as he moved inside me, his pace quickening. Our bödies moved in sync, the sound of our heavy breathing and the creaking bed filling the room. I wrapped my lêgs around him, pulling him dëêper, and he groaned in response. The connection between us was undeniable, it was of raw passion and something deeper that I couldn't quite define. When I reached my pëäk, it felt like an explosion of pleasure, my body convulsing around him. He followed soon after, his movements becoming more frantic until he found his relêãse with a deep, satisfied groan. I had never õrgãsm like that in my years of being alive. It felt different. We lay there, tangled in each other, the room filled with the scent of sweat and seggx. For the first time in a long while, it didn't feel like meaningless seggx; it felt like a connection. He held me against his chest, and as I heard his breathing steady, a tear rolled down my face. When I woke up the next morning, a smile played on my lips. The memory of the night before was vivid, but then reality hit me. "Oh my goodness," I muttered, sitting up quickly. "I forgot to get the code." I scrambled out of bed, searching for my clothes, but stopped when I saw him standing by the window, staring out at the city. A pair of boxers hung low on his waist, revealing his toned back. My heart sank as I noticed the lack of a tattoo. There was no code, no design—just a simple tattoo of stars on his shoulder blade. Nothing else. How….how was this possible?	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2,119,112	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2119111}'	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594	🔞😍Click here to read on👉👉👉	Seggx. It meant nothing. It was nothing. That's why it was easy for me to let strangers ïnto my bödy every blessed month. He went iñ and öut of mê continuously, his grunts mingling with the hum of the ceiling fan above. I stared at the cracks in the paint, counting each line to distract myself from the weight pressing me into the mattress. It was a mechanical routine—like clockwork. I felt nothing. It wasn't new. It wasn't emotional. It was just…seggx. When it was over, he tossed the money onto the bedside table, a crumpled pile of bills that would keep me afloat for another week. He didn't say goodbye, and I didn't expect him to. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with the silence and the lingering scent of cheap cologne. I pulled the sheets around me, staring at the worn-out clock on the nightstand. Another hour before I had to get ready for work, another hour before I had to put on my mask of happiness and face the world. This was my life—each transãctiön a means to an end, each encounter a reminder of how far I'd fallen. How deep-rooted my disgrace was. I picked up my phone and called the one man who turned me into this. Who, without him, I had nowhere else to go. No family. Nothing. While it was ringing, I got up and walked towards the mirror in the rather cheap hotel room. I looked at myself in the mirror, my pale green eyes looking pale, my cheeks hollow. I looked like I was dying. Dried to the bone. I couldn't withstand the disgust that filled my heart, so I raised my hand and punched the mirror. The shattered shards, piercing into my skin. I didn't care. I was numb. I took the camera that was adapted to the mirror. "Alex," I said when he answered. "It's done. I have the video. His face. And everything." There was a pause on the other end, I decided to add. "Are you sure it's going to work? He doesn't look like someone who cares about his image." I leaned against the wall, lighting a cigãrette with trembling fingers. The only thing that kept me sane. "It'll work," he finally replied, coldly. "I know his type. They all care about something." Another pause. I could almost hear the gears turning in his mind. "Bring it to me." He hung up, not caring about the emotional trauma that I had to face. I crushed the cigãrette under my heel, watching the ember fade out. I wrapped my bleeding hand in a towel, the makeshift bandage turning crimson. Pain was a constant companion, but it was a reminder that I was still alive, still fighting. I grabbed the camera and slipped it into my bag, putting on my clothes. I gave myself one last sigh before stepping out, not looking back at the cheap hotel. Stepping out into the night, the cool morning air hit my face like a splash of water. It was time to face Alex. I counted the bills as I walked with a bit of swagger. "Cheapskate," I murmured, for an upcoming millionaire, he sure was a miser. Renting a cheap hotel and paying me cheaply. I rolled my eyes shoving it into my pocket, I guess it was expected. I was cheap after all. The streets were quiet, the city asleep. I walked the familiar path to Alex's penthouse, I didn't have money to spare for a taxi right now. I reached the building, nodding to the doorman who knew better than to ask questions. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, each floor taking me closer to my fate. When the doors finally opened, I walked into the elegant space that was Alex's kingdom. He stood by the window, looking out over the city, a king surveying his domain. I approached him, holding out the camera. "Here," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. He took it without a word, his eyes never leaving mine. There was no gratitude, no acknowledgment of the sacrifices I'd made. Just a cold, hard transãction. "Good," he said, finally breaking the silence. "This will do." I watched him, waiting for some sign of what came next. But Alex was a master at keeping his cards close to his chest. "And what about me?" I asked. He looked at me, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You get a reward, you have been a good girl for the past five months, I think it's time to show everyone that you are my wife, right? Isn't that what you have wanted?" I frowned, knowing these were just false promises. He always promised that. Every time. So I laughed, a bitter sound that echoed in the lavish room. "That's not the type of reward I want, Alex." He stood there, an image of dark perfection. His hair was jet black, falling just slightly over his forehead in a way that made him look effortlessly charming. Broad shoulders filled out his tailored suit, exuding power and control. Everything about him had made me fall in love with this psycho, and had made me give up my humanity for him. His handsome face, with its perfectly chiseled features, and that sweet mouth that could spew both love and venom. Jerk. A complete jerk. Alex leaned in, producing a cigãrette and handing me one. He lit his own, took a deep puff, and then brought his mouth close to my face, puffing the smoke into my face. I coughed a bit as he smirked. "What do you want then, my love?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock affection. "If not for you, I wouldn't have all this wealth. I mean, you deserve it." I smirked, my eyes meeting dark eyes. "Give me a divorce." His eyes squinted, confusion and anger flickering across his face. That made me feel a bit proud. "What?" "Give me a divorce, Alex." For a moment, silence filled the room. He stared at me, the mask of composure slipping as he processed my demand. His handsome features twisted into a look of disbelief. It's so good to see him surprised. It gives me pleasure. "You're joking." "Do I look like I'm joking?" I retorted, "I want out, Alex. I'm done." His face hardened, the charming façade crumbling to reveal the cold, calculating man underneath. "You think you can just walk away from this? From me?" "Yes," I said firmly. "I do." His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them. He snarled, "Do you not care for your family once more, Sienna? Did you forget that once you leave, they die? Or is it the cheap money you asked from the men I told you to sleep with that you are going to use to sustain your rather extravagant mother?" I glared at him, my anger barely contained. "We wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for you!" Alex chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "And that's why I'm paying for their bills. To console my sins." "Why should I care if they even die? My mother's mind is already upside down, thinking she's still upper class, she is mad and needs to go to a mental hospital but you are feeding her delusions. And my father has a tumor in his brain," I snapped, my voice breaking. Alex took a step closer, his expression softening in a way I knew was calculated. "Fine. I will change. I am changing. I'm going for therapy. You know that. I'm not hurting you. I haven't hit you for months. Isn't this a sign? I never touched another woman that wasn't you, my love." Tears filled my eyes as the familiar words washed over me. I knew it was manipulation, but love... love was a disease. My heart was crumbling, the practiced moment in the bathroom that I was going to end this once and for all was disappearing from my head. I was broken. No matter how hard I tried to tell myself I would break through this, I couldn't. He reached out and hugged me. "I am sorry, Sienna. That's why I am trying so hard to change. I am changing for you. For us." "One last time," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I would give us a try one last time." He smiled and placed a kiss on my lips. "Then one last job and we are done with this whole trash. You would be my wife and I, your husband. I promise you that." I forced a smile. He may be like this, but I know for sure he didn't cheat. Deep down, I think he cared. He is also going for therapy, so maybe he would change. I also had nowhere to go, so…I nodded. "Who am I meeting this time?" Alex rubbed my head softly, "His name is Dominic Callahan." My eyes widened in surprise. "That's my boss." He kissed my forehead, my heart pounding faster. "Yes. He is your boss. I know you think that he's just a celebrity and you're his assistant. But... he has a tattoo on his waist... it's a secret that I got hard. That tattoo on his back is the code to get the information that would get the Callahan industry." I gasped, the weight of his words sinking in. "That's... that's too far, Alex. Dominic never changes in front of anybody. His waistline is always covered and I think he is gay. There is no way I could make him fall for me. He also knows me, he would never. He is too meticulous." "I know all this baby girl. But the Callahan industry has its secret code. I just need it and get the highest shares with that, my love. You and I..." He kissed my knuckles. "... would rule the world." My eyes widened, torn between the reality I knew and the dream he painted. And I... I believed him. Chapter 2 He had kept to his word. After I handed my resignation letter to the company I worked for, Alex had never stopped being the perfect husband for the past two months. We went to therapy together. We were healing. He still gets off by watching me getting laid with other men, but I don't mind. He is getting better. He is touching me, getting me good clothes. I am well-fed, and I have to say I am becoming happy. I have my basic needs now, from here on I can start afresh. I have even grown some flesh on my body. I no longer get beaten by him every Sunday, it's going well. That's why I didn't mind when I stood in front of the exclusive bar, a pinhole camera in my bag. I had sat for five hours to be taken care of today by the beauty saloons, well pampered, waxed, and perfect for the day. It was easy. Sit down with Dominic. He would hardly recognize me; I wasn't the shy assistant who wore oversized glasses anymore. Use my charm, slip something into his drink, take him to the room. Get the code. And there, done. Easy peasy. I can do this. I flipped my hair over my shoulder, adjusted my fur coat, and catwalk. As I walked into the bar, the atmosphere felt electric. The dim lighting cast a sultry glow on the patrons, the hum of conversations blending with the soft notes of jazz playing in the background. My outfit was short, showing skin. Skimpy. Perfect for this night, showing my curved waist and hips, I could feel the eyes on me, the appreciative glances, the whispers. I have to say, for a forty-year-old woman, I was serving hottie. I walked with swaying hips, feeling a newfound confidence. Men whistled at me, their eyes following my every move, but my focus was on the VIP section. I blushed shyly as I approached the guard, his eyes looking over my body, taking in every detail of my attire. He asked for my pass, which I handed over without hesitation. He inspected it briefly before letting me in. There, drinking wine, was my boss. Well, my ex-boss. Handsome. Tall. Muscular. Gosh, he was just so swoon-worthy. Dominic Callahan, the man who once made my heart race with a single glance. He was every girl's dream man, with eyes like the clearest summer sky and a presence that commanded the room. His gaze was intense, the kind that could unravel one's deepest secrets, yet there was a gentleness to him, a silent promise of protection. A silver piercing glinted at the edge of his sculpted ear, catching the dim light of the bar. His hair, the color of midnight, was styled back tonight, a few strands rebelliously falling over his forehead, softening the hard lines of his chiseled jaw. He lifted the glass to his lips, and even this simple action was a study of grace. Dominic Callahan was not just a man; he was a force, an enigma wrapped in a perfectly tailored suit. I walked towards him and ordered a drink, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my chest. I kept on reminding myself. I can do this. He turned to look at me, those piercing blue eyes locking onto mine, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as if he were fully aware of the effect he had on me—and relished it. "Sienna," he said, his voice dripping with familiarity and intrigue. Well… that didn't go as expected. Thinking he wouldn't recognize me was a fool's thought at most. I smiled, my heart pounding as I took the seat next to him. This was it. The moment I had been preparing for. Who would have thought this man was the second son of the owner of Callahan Industries? Though his surname was a dead giveaway, the Callahan family never revealed they had a second son. Besides, it wasn't just them who had the name Callahan, Dominic was rich himself and had worked from scratch to become the popular celebrity he is today. I hope he will forgive me for doing this. "Hello, Dominic, or should I still call you Mister Callahan?" I asked, taking off my fur coat to reveal my shoulders. The A-line neckline dipped, showcasing my cleavage. He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You have some confidence coming in here." I flipped my hair, blinking my eyes at him innocently. "Did you reserve this place just for yourself because you're a popular celebrity?" He laughed, a cold, flirtatious sound that sent a shiver down my spine. He winked, "And what if I did? I never expected that my little mouse of an assistant would be the one sitting beside me with such confidence. How did you even get a pass?" I smirked, "Little mouse? Oh, I was anything but a little mouse Dominic." His eyes trailed down to my lips, before moving to my eyes. "Well I had wanted to be alone, I don't know how you got in, but I am glad you are here anyways. How did you glow up so fast?" "Confidence is key in this world, don't you think?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "True," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. "But confidence can be dangerous if not backed by capability." "I've learned a lot since we last saw each other. Capabilities included," I said, leaning forward slightly. My buds were hard, I could feel that they were poking through my black silk gown. "Oh, really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I could see the way his eyes went down. He noticed it too, my buds and my butt had always been my greatest assets. There was no way he didn't feel something. "And what capabilities might those be?" he added. "Why don't you find out?" I challenged, my heart racing as I held his gaze. I can do this. I reminded myself once again. It's just seggx. It had never had any meaning, but now it does. It was my key to a happy life. Dominic chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "You've changed, Sienna. I like it. But what brings you here tonight?" "Maybe I just wanted to see if the stories about you were true," I said, playing with the rim of my glass. "Or maybe I wanted to see if you've changed too or maybe it was all a coincidence." "And what do you think so far?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think you're still the same Dominic Callahan," I replied, smirking. "But I guess some things never change." "Some things do," he said softly, leaning closer. "People grow, they learn. Sometimes, they even surprise you." As we stared at each other, a waiter approached with a tray of appetizers. In his haste, he bumped into the table, causing a spoon to fall and clatter to the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry," the waiter apologized, quickly bending down to retrieve the spoon. Dominic glanced at the waiter, he bent to look over his attention momentarily diverted. Sensing my opportunity, I swiftly reached into my bag and pulled out the vial, carefully pouring something into his drink. By the time the waiter stood up and placed the spoon back on the table, I had already slipped the vial back into my bag and resumed our conversation as if nothing had happened. Dominic picked up his drink, oblivious to my actions, and he raised his glass. "To surprises, then." "Cheers," I replied, smirking behind my glass. Lucky me. We both drank and for a moment, there was a silence filled with the clinking of glasses and the soft hum of the bar. Dominic's gaze never left mine and as the drug began to take effect, his smile faltered. My smirk grew as I watched him struggle to maintain his composure. "I hope you know what you're doing," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. Surprising me. What did he mean? We found ourselves in the hotel room, the tension from the bar spilling over into this private space. I smirked and said, "I thought you were gay." He chuckled, his movements unsteady, the drugs taking effect. "Never believe the rumors," he replied, swaying slightly as he closed the distance between us. I didn't have to go through with this, I could just tie him up, he was unstable. But…I couldn't resist. Dominic's hands found my waist, his touch felt like electricity through my veins. He pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together. His lips met mine in a fierce kiss, full of hunger and desire. The taste of wine lingered on his breath as our tongues intertwined. He backed me against the wall, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve slowly. It made my brain go muddle. He kissed my neck and I moänèd. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed. The feel of his hands on my skin sent shivers down my spine. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, and down to my chêst, his lips igniting a fire wherever they touched. I arched my back, lost in the sensation, as he continued his movement. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my dress, pulling it off in one swift motion. I was exposed, and vulnerable, but the intensity of his gaze made me feel more alive than ever. He kissed his way back up, his mouth finding mine again as he pushed me down onto the bed. Dominic's bõdy covered mine, his weight comforting and exciting. He was hard. He didn't waste time in forêpläy. I didn't want that either. I wanted him. He entered me with a powerful thrÜšt, making me gasp. The rhythm he set was relentless, each movement driving me closer to the edge. His hands gripped my butt, holding me in place as he moved inside me, his pace quickening. Our bödies moved in sync, the sound of our heavy breathing and the creaking bed filling the room. I wrapped my lêgs around him, pulling him dëêper, and he groaned in response. The connection between us was undeniable, it was of raw passion and something deeper that I couldn't quite define. When I reached my pëäk, it felt like an explosion of pleasure, my body convulsing around him. He followed soon after, his movements becoming more frantic until he found his relêãse with a deep, satisfied groan. I had never õrgãsm like that in my years of being alive. It felt different. We lay there, tangled in each other, the room filled with the scent of sweat and seggx. For the first time in a long while, it didn't feel like meaningless seggx; it felt like a connection. He held me against his chest, and as I heard his breathing steady, a tear rolled down my face. When I woke up the next morning, a smile played on my lips. The memory of the night before was vivid, but then reality hit me. "Oh my goodness," I muttered, sitting up quickly. "I forgot to get the code." I scrambled out of bed, searching for my clothes, but stopped when I saw him standing by the window, staring out at the city. A pair of boxers hung low on his waist, revealing his toned back. My heart sank as I noticed the lack of a tattoo. There was no code, no design—just a simple tattoo of stars on his shoulder blade. Nothing else. How….how was this possible?	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2,119,114	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2119111}'	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594	🔞😍Click here to read on👉👉👉	Seggx. It meant nothing. It was nothing. That's why it was easy for me to let strangers ïnto my bödy every blessed month. He went iñ and öut of mê continuously, his grunts mingling with the hum of the ceiling fan above. I stared at the cracks in the paint, counting each line to distract myself from the weight pressing me into the mattress. It was a mechanical routine—like clockwork. I felt nothing. It wasn't new. It wasn't emotional. It was just…seggx. When it was over, he tossed the money onto the bedside table, a crumpled pile of bills that would keep me afloat for another week. He didn't say goodbye, and I didn't expect him to. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with the silence and the lingering scent of cheap cologne. I pulled the sheets around me, staring at the worn-out clock on the nightstand. Another hour before I had to get ready for work, another hour before I had to put on my mask of happiness and face the world. This was my life—each transãctiön a means to an end, each encounter a reminder of how far I'd fallen. How deep-rooted my disgrace was. I picked up my phone and called the one man who turned me into this. Who, without him, I had nowhere else to go. No family. Nothing. While it was ringing, I got up and walked towards the mirror in the rather cheap hotel room. I looked at myself in the mirror, my pale green eyes looking pale, my cheeks hollow. I looked like I was dying. Dried to the bone. I couldn't withstand the disgust that filled my heart, so I raised my hand and punched the mirror. The shattered shards, piercing into my skin. I didn't care. I was numb. I took the camera that was adapted to the mirror. "Alex," I said when he answered. "It's done. I have the video. His face. And everything." There was a pause on the other end, I decided to add. "Are you sure it's going to work? He doesn't look like someone who cares about his image." I leaned against the wall, lighting a cigãrette with trembling fingers. The only thing that kept me sane. "It'll work," he finally replied, coldly. "I know his type. They all care about something." Another pause. I could almost hear the gears turning in his mind. "Bring it to me." He hung up, not caring about the emotional trauma that I had to face. I crushed the cigãrette under my heel, watching the ember fade out. I wrapped my bleeding hand in a towel, the makeshift bandage turning crimson. Pain was a constant companion, but it was a reminder that I was still alive, still fighting. I grabbed the camera and slipped it into my bag, putting on my clothes. I gave myself one last sigh before stepping out, not looking back at the cheap hotel. Stepping out into the night, the cool morning air hit my face like a splash of water. It was time to face Alex. I counted the bills as I walked with a bit of swagger. "Cheapskate," I murmured, for an upcoming millionaire, he sure was a miser. Renting a cheap hotel and paying me cheaply. I rolled my eyes shoving it into my pocket, I guess it was expected. I was cheap after all. The streets were quiet, the city asleep. I walked the familiar path to Alex's penthouse, I didn't have money to spare for a taxi right now. I reached the building, nodding to the doorman who knew better than to ask questions. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, each floor taking me closer to my fate. When the doors finally opened, I walked into the elegant space that was Alex's kingdom. He stood by the window, looking out over the city, a king surveying his domain. I approached him, holding out the camera. "Here," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. He took it without a word, his eyes never leaving mine. There was no gratitude, no acknowledgment of the sacrifices I'd made. Just a cold, hard transãction. "Good," he said, finally breaking the silence. "This will do." I watched him, waiting for some sign of what came next. But Alex was a master at keeping his cards close to his chest. "And what about me?" I asked. He looked at me, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You get a reward, you have been a good girl for the past five months, I think it's time to show everyone that you are my wife, right? Isn't that what you have wanted?" I frowned, knowing these were just false promises. He always promised that. Every time. So I laughed, a bitter sound that echoed in the lavish room. "That's not the type of reward I want, Alex." He stood there, an image of dark perfection. His hair was jet black, falling just slightly over his forehead in a way that made him look effortlessly charming. Broad shoulders filled out his tailored suit, exuding power and control. Everything about him had made me fall in love with this psycho, and had made me give up my humanity for him. His handsome face, with its perfectly chiseled features, and that sweet mouth that could spew both love and venom. Jerk. A complete jerk. Alex leaned in, producing a cigãrette and handing me one. He lit his own, took a deep puff, and then brought his mouth close to my face, puffing the smoke into my face. I coughed a bit as he smirked. "What do you want then, my love?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock affection. "If not for you, I wouldn't have all this wealth. I mean, you deserve it." I smirked, my eyes meeting dark eyes. "Give me a divorce." His eyes squinted, confusion and anger flickering across his face. That made me feel a bit proud. "What?" "Give me a divorce, Alex." For a moment, silence filled the room. He stared at me, the mask of composure slipping as he processed my demand. His handsome features twisted into a look of disbelief. It's so good to see him surprised. It gives me pleasure. "You're joking." "Do I look like I'm joking?" I retorted, "I want out, Alex. I'm done." His face hardened, the charming façade crumbling to reveal the cold, calculating man underneath. "You think you can just walk away from this? From me?" "Yes," I said firmly. "I do." His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them. He snarled, "Do you not care for your family once more, Sienna? Did you forget that once you leave, they die? Or is it the cheap money you asked from the men I told you to sleep with that you are going to use to sustain your rather extravagant mother?" I glared at him, my anger barely contained. "We wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for you!" Alex chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "And that's why I'm paying for their bills. To console my sins." "Why should I care if they even die? My mother's mind is already upside down, thinking she's still upper class, she is mad and needs to go to a mental hospital but you are feeding her delusions. And my father has a tumor in his brain," I snapped, my voice breaking. Alex took a step closer, his expression softening in a way I knew was calculated. "Fine. I will change. I am changing. I'm going for therapy. You know that. I'm not hurting you. I haven't hit you for months. Isn't this a sign? I never touched another woman that wasn't you, my love." Tears filled my eyes as the familiar words washed over me. I knew it was manipulation, but love... love was a disease. My heart was crumbling, the practiced moment in the bathroom that I was going to end this once and for all was disappearing from my head. I was broken. No matter how hard I tried to tell myself I would break through this, I couldn't. He reached out and hugged me. "I am sorry, Sienna. That's why I am trying so hard to change. I am changing for you. For us." "One last time," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I would give us a try one last time." He smiled and placed a kiss on my lips. "Then one last job and we are done with this whole trash. You would be my wife and I, your husband. I promise you that." I forced a smile. He may be like this, but I know for sure he didn't cheat. Deep down, I think he cared. He is also going for therapy, so maybe he would change. I also had nowhere to go, so…I nodded. "Who am I meeting this time?" Alex rubbed my head softly, "His name is Dominic Callahan." My eyes widened in surprise. "That's my boss." He kissed my forehead, my heart pounding faster. "Yes. He is your boss. I know you think that he's just a celebrity and you're his assistant. But... he has a tattoo on his waist... it's a secret that I got hard. That tattoo on his back is the code to get the information that would get the Callahan industry." I gasped, the weight of his words sinking in. "That's... that's too far, Alex. Dominic never changes in front of anybody. His waistline is always covered and I think he is gay. There is no way I could make him fall for me. He also knows me, he would never. He is too meticulous." "I know all this baby girl. But the Callahan industry has its secret code. I just need it and get the highest shares with that, my love. You and I..." He kissed my knuckles. "... would rule the world." My eyes widened, torn between the reality I knew and the dream he painted. And I... I believed him. Chapter 2 He had kept to his word. After I handed my resignation letter to the company I worked for, Alex had never stopped being the perfect husband for the past two months. We went to therapy together. We were healing. He still gets off by watching me getting laid with other men, but I don't mind. He is getting better. He is touching me, getting me good clothes. I am well-fed, and I have to say I am becoming happy. I have my basic needs now, from here on I can start afresh. I have even grown some flesh on my body. I no longer get beaten by him every Sunday, it's going well. That's why I didn't mind when I stood in front of the exclusive bar, a pinhole camera in my bag. I had sat for five hours to be taken care of today by the beauty saloons, well pampered, waxed, and perfect for the day. It was easy. Sit down with Dominic. He would hardly recognize me; I wasn't the shy assistant who wore oversized glasses anymore. Use my charm, slip something into his drink, take him to the room. Get the code. And there, done. Easy peasy. I can do this. I flipped my hair over my shoulder, adjusted my fur coat, and catwalk. As I walked into the bar, the atmosphere felt electric. The dim lighting cast a sultry glow on the patrons, the hum of conversations blending with the soft notes of jazz playing in the background. My outfit was short, showing skin. Skimpy. Perfect for this night, showing my curved waist and hips, I could feel the eyes on me, the appreciative glances, the whispers. I have to say, for a forty-year-old woman, I was serving hottie. I walked with swaying hips, feeling a newfound confidence. Men whistled at me, their eyes following my every move, but my focus was on the VIP section. I blushed shyly as I approached the guard, his eyes looking over my body, taking in every detail of my attire. He asked for my pass, which I handed over without hesitation. He inspected it briefly before letting me in. There, drinking wine, was my boss. Well, my ex-boss. Handsome. Tall. Muscular. Gosh, he was just so swoon-worthy. Dominic Callahan, the man who once made my heart race with a single glance. He was every girl's dream man, with eyes like the clearest summer sky and a presence that commanded the room. His gaze was intense, the kind that could unravel one's deepest secrets, yet there was a gentleness to him, a silent promise of protection. A silver piercing glinted at the edge of his sculpted ear, catching the dim light of the bar. His hair, the color of midnight, was styled back tonight, a few strands rebelliously falling over his forehead, softening the hard lines of his chiseled jaw. He lifted the glass to his lips, and even this simple action was a study of grace. Dominic Callahan was not just a man; he was a force, an enigma wrapped in a perfectly tailored suit. I walked towards him and ordered a drink, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my chest. I kept on reminding myself. I can do this. He turned to look at me, those piercing blue eyes locking onto mine, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as if he were fully aware of the effect he had on me—and relished it. "Sienna," he said, his voice dripping with familiarity and intrigue. Well… that didn't go as expected. Thinking he wouldn't recognize me was a fool's thought at most. I smiled, my heart pounding as I took the seat next to him. This was it. The moment I had been preparing for. Who would have thought this man was the second son of the owner of Callahan Industries? Though his surname was a dead giveaway, the Callahan family never revealed they had a second son. Besides, it wasn't just them who had the name Callahan, Dominic was rich himself and had worked from scratch to become the popular celebrity he is today. I hope he will forgive me for doing this. "Hello, Dominic, or should I still call you Mister Callahan?" I asked, taking off my fur coat to reveal my shoulders. The A-line neckline dipped, showcasing my cleavage. He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You have some confidence coming in here." I flipped my hair, blinking my eyes at him innocently. "Did you reserve this place just for yourself because you're a popular celebrity?" He laughed, a cold, flirtatious sound that sent a shiver down my spine. He winked, "And what if I did? I never expected that my little mouse of an assistant would be the one sitting beside me with such confidence. How did you even get a pass?" I smirked, "Little mouse? Oh, I was anything but a little mouse Dominic." His eyes trailed down to my lips, before moving to my eyes. "Well I had wanted to be alone, I don't know how you got in, but I am glad you are here anyways. How did you glow up so fast?" "Confidence is key in this world, don't you think?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "True," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. "But confidence can be dangerous if not backed by capability." "I've learned a lot since we last saw each other. Capabilities included," I said, leaning forward slightly. My buds were hard, I could feel that they were poking through my black silk gown. "Oh, really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I could see the way his eyes went down. He noticed it too, my buds and my butt had always been my greatest assets. There was no way he didn't feel something. "And what capabilities might those be?" he added. "Why don't you find out?" I challenged, my heart racing as I held his gaze. I can do this. I reminded myself once again. It's just seggx. It had never had any meaning, but now it does. It was my key to a happy life. Dominic chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "You've changed, Sienna. I like it. But what brings you here tonight?" "Maybe I just wanted to see if the stories about you were true," I said, playing with the rim of my glass. "Or maybe I wanted to see if you've changed too or maybe it was all a coincidence." "And what do you think so far?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think you're still the same Dominic Callahan," I replied, smirking. "But I guess some things never change." "Some things do," he said softly, leaning closer. "People grow, they learn. Sometimes, they even surprise you." As we stared at each other, a waiter approached with a tray of appetizers. In his haste, he bumped into the table, causing a spoon to fall and clatter to the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry," the waiter apologized, quickly bending down to retrieve the spoon. Dominic glanced at the waiter, he bent to look over his attention momentarily diverted. Sensing my opportunity, I swiftly reached into my bag and pulled out the vial, carefully pouring something into his drink. By the time the waiter stood up and placed the spoon back on the table, I had already slipped the vial back into my bag and resumed our conversation as if nothing had happened. Dominic picked up his drink, oblivious to my actions, and he raised his glass. "To surprises, then." "Cheers," I replied, smirking behind my glass. Lucky me. We both drank and for a moment, there was a silence filled with the clinking of glasses and the soft hum of the bar. Dominic's gaze never left mine and as the drug began to take effect, his smile faltered. My smirk grew as I watched him struggle to maintain his composure. "I hope you know what you're doing," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. Surprising me. What did he mean? We found ourselves in the hotel room, the tension from the bar spilling over into this private space. I smirked and said, "I thought you were gay." He chuckled, his movements unsteady, the drugs taking effect. "Never believe the rumors," he replied, swaying slightly as he closed the distance between us. I didn't have to go through with this, I could just tie him up, he was unstable. But…I couldn't resist. Dominic's hands found my waist, his touch felt like electricity through my veins. He pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together. His lips met mine in a fierce kiss, full of hunger and desire. The taste of wine lingered on his breath as our tongues intertwined. He backed me against the wall, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve slowly. It made my brain go muddle. He kissed my neck and I moänèd. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed. The feel of his hands on my skin sent shivers down my spine. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, and down to my chêst, his lips igniting a fire wherever they touched. I arched my back, lost in the sensation, as he continued his movement. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my dress, pulling it off in one swift motion. I was exposed, and vulnerable, but the intensity of his gaze made me feel more alive than ever. He kissed his way back up, his mouth finding mine again as he pushed me down onto the bed. Dominic's bõdy covered mine, his weight comforting and exciting. He was hard. He didn't waste time in forêpläy. I didn't want that either. I wanted him. He entered me with a powerful thrÜšt, making me gasp. The rhythm he set was relentless, each movement driving me closer to the edge. His hands gripped my butt, holding me in place as he moved inside me, his pace quickening. Our bödies moved in sync, the sound of our heavy breathing and the creaking bed filling the room. I wrapped my lêgs around him, pulling him dëêper, and he groaned in response. The connection between us was undeniable, it was of raw passion and something deeper that I couldn't quite define. When I reached my pëäk, it felt like an explosion of pleasure, my body convulsing around him. He followed soon after, his movements becoming more frantic until he found his relêãse with a deep, satisfied groan. I had never õrgãsm like that in my years of being alive. It felt different. We lay there, tangled in each other, the room filled with the scent of sweat and seggx. For the first time in a long while, it didn't feel like meaningless seggx; it felt like a connection. He held me against his chest, and as I heard his breathing steady, a tear rolled down my face. When I woke up the next morning, a smile played on my lips. The memory of the night before was vivid, but then reality hit me. "Oh my goodness," I muttered, sitting up quickly. "I forgot to get the code." I scrambled out of bed, searching for my clothes, but stopped when I saw him standing by the window, staring out at the city. A pair of boxers hung low on his waist, revealing his toned back. My heart sank as I noticed the lack of a tattoo. There was no code, no design—just a simple tattoo of stars on his shoulder blade. Nothing else. How….how was this possible?	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2,119,115	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2119111}'	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594	🔞😍Click here to read on👉👉👉	Seggx. It meant nothing. It was nothing. That's why it was easy for me to let strangers ïnto my bödy every blessed month. He went iñ and öut of mê continuously, his grunts mingling with the hum of the ceiling fan above. I stared at the cracks in the paint, counting each line to distract myself from the weight pressing me into the mattress. It was a mechanical routine—like clockwork. I felt nothing. It wasn't new. It wasn't emotional. It was just…seggx. When it was over, he tossed the money onto the bedside table, a crumpled pile of bills that would keep me afloat for another week. He didn't say goodbye, and I didn't expect him to. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with the silence and the lingering scent of cheap cologne. I pulled the sheets around me, staring at the worn-out clock on the nightstand. Another hour before I had to get ready for work, another hour before I had to put on my mask of happiness and face the world. This was my life—each transãctiön a means to an end, each encounter a reminder of how far I'd fallen. How deep-rooted my disgrace was. I picked up my phone and called the one man who turned me into this. Who, without him, I had nowhere else to go. No family. Nothing. While it was ringing, I got up and walked towards the mirror in the rather cheap hotel room. I looked at myself in the mirror, my pale green eyes looking pale, my cheeks hollow. I looked like I was dying. Dried to the bone. I couldn't withstand the disgust that filled my heart, so I raised my hand and punched the mirror. The shattered shards, piercing into my skin. I didn't care. I was numb. I took the camera that was adapted to the mirror. "Alex," I said when he answered. "It's done. I have the video. His face. And everything." There was a pause on the other end, I decided to add. "Are you sure it's going to work? He doesn't look like someone who cares about his image." I leaned against the wall, lighting a cigãrette with trembling fingers. The only thing that kept me sane. "It'll work," he finally replied, coldly. "I know his type. They all care about something." Another pause. I could almost hear the gears turning in his mind. "Bring it to me." He hung up, not caring about the emotional trauma that I had to face. I crushed the cigãrette under my heel, watching the ember fade out. I wrapped my bleeding hand in a towel, the makeshift bandage turning crimson. Pain was a constant companion, but it was a reminder that I was still alive, still fighting. I grabbed the camera and slipped it into my bag, putting on my clothes. I gave myself one last sigh before stepping out, not looking back at the cheap hotel. Stepping out into the night, the cool morning air hit my face like a splash of water. It was time to face Alex. I counted the bills as I walked with a bit of swagger. "Cheapskate," I murmured, for an upcoming millionaire, he sure was a miser. Renting a cheap hotel and paying me cheaply. I rolled my eyes shoving it into my pocket, I guess it was expected. I was cheap after all. The streets were quiet, the city asleep. I walked the familiar path to Alex's penthouse, I didn't have money to spare for a taxi right now. I reached the building, nodding to the doorman who knew better than to ask questions. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, each floor taking me closer to my fate. When the doors finally opened, I walked into the elegant space that was Alex's kingdom. He stood by the window, looking out over the city, a king surveying his domain. I approached him, holding out the camera. "Here," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. He took it without a word, his eyes never leaving mine. There was no gratitude, no acknowledgment of the sacrifices I'd made. Just a cold, hard transãction. "Good," he said, finally breaking the silence. "This will do." I watched him, waiting for some sign of what came next. But Alex was a master at keeping his cards close to his chest. "And what about me?" I asked. He looked at me, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You get a reward, you have been a good girl for the past five months, I think it's time to show everyone that you are my wife, right? Isn't that what you have wanted?" I frowned, knowing these were just false promises. He always promised that. Every time. So I laughed, a bitter sound that echoed in the lavish room. "That's not the type of reward I want, Alex." He stood there, an image of dark perfection. His hair was jet black, falling just slightly over his forehead in a way that made him look effortlessly charming. Broad shoulders filled out his tailored suit, exuding power and control. Everything about him had made me fall in love with this psycho, and had made me give up my humanity for him. His handsome face, with its perfectly chiseled features, and that sweet mouth that could spew both love and venom. Jerk. A complete jerk. Alex leaned in, producing a cigãrette and handing me one. He lit his own, took a deep puff, and then brought his mouth close to my face, puffing the smoke into my face. I coughed a bit as he smirked. "What do you want then, my love?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock affection. "If not for you, I wouldn't have all this wealth. I mean, you deserve it." I smirked, my eyes meeting dark eyes. "Give me a divorce." His eyes squinted, confusion and anger flickering across his face. That made me feel a bit proud. "What?" "Give me a divorce, Alex." For a moment, silence filled the room. He stared at me, the mask of composure slipping as he processed my demand. His handsome features twisted into a look of disbelief. It's so good to see him surprised. It gives me pleasure. "You're joking." "Do I look like I'm joking?" I retorted, "I want out, Alex. I'm done." His face hardened, the charming façade crumbling to reveal the cold, calculating man underneath. "You think you can just walk away from this? From me?" "Yes," I said firmly. "I do." His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them. He snarled, "Do you not care for your family once more, Sienna? Did you forget that once you leave, they die? Or is it the cheap money you asked from the men I told you to sleep with that you are going to use to sustain your rather extravagant mother?" I glared at him, my anger barely contained. "We wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for you!" Alex chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "And that's why I'm paying for their bills. To console my sins." "Why should I care if they even die? My mother's mind is already upside down, thinking she's still upper class, she is mad and needs to go to a mental hospital but you are feeding her delusions. And my father has a tumor in his brain," I snapped, my voice breaking. Alex took a step closer, his expression softening in a way I knew was calculated. "Fine. I will change. I am changing. I'm going for therapy. You know that. I'm not hurting you. I haven't hit you for months. Isn't this a sign? I never touched another woman that wasn't you, my love." Tears filled my eyes as the familiar words washed over me. I knew it was manipulation, but love... love was a disease. My heart was crumbling, the practiced moment in the bathroom that I was going to end this once and for all was disappearing from my head. I was broken. No matter how hard I tried to tell myself I would break through this, I couldn't. He reached out and hugged me. "I am sorry, Sienna. That's why I am trying so hard to change. I am changing for you. For us." "One last time," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I would give us a try one last time." He smiled and placed a kiss on my lips. "Then one last job and we are done with this whole trash. You would be my wife and I, your husband. I promise you that." I forced a smile. He may be like this, but I know for sure he didn't cheat. Deep down, I think he cared. He is also going for therapy, so maybe he would change. I also had nowhere to go, so…I nodded. "Who am I meeting this time?" Alex rubbed my head softly, "His name is Dominic Callahan." My eyes widened in surprise. "That's my boss." He kissed my forehead, my heart pounding faster. "Yes. He is your boss. I know you think that he's just a celebrity and you're his assistant. But... he has a tattoo on his waist... it's a secret that I got hard. That tattoo on his back is the code to get the information that would get the Callahan industry." I gasped, the weight of his words sinking in. "That's... that's too far, Alex. Dominic never changes in front of anybody. His waistline is always covered and I think he is gay. There is no way I could make him fall for me. He also knows me, he would never. He is too meticulous." "I know all this baby girl. But the Callahan industry has its secret code. I just need it and get the highest shares with that, my love. You and I..." He kissed my knuckles. "... would rule the world." My eyes widened, torn between the reality I knew and the dream he painted. And I... I believed him. Chapter 2 He had kept to his word. After I handed my resignation letter to the company I worked for, Alex had never stopped being the perfect husband for the past two months. We went to therapy together. We were healing. He still gets off by watching me getting laid with other men, but I don't mind. He is getting better. He is touching me, getting me good clothes. I am well-fed, and I have to say I am becoming happy. I have my basic needs now, from here on I can start afresh. I have even grown some flesh on my body. I no longer get beaten by him every Sunday, it's going well. That's why I didn't mind when I stood in front of the exclusive bar, a pinhole camera in my bag. I had sat for five hours to be taken care of today by the beauty saloons, well pampered, waxed, and perfect for the day. It was easy. Sit down with Dominic. He would hardly recognize me; I wasn't the shy assistant who wore oversized glasses anymore. Use my charm, slip something into his drink, take him to the room. Get the code. And there, done. Easy peasy. I can do this. I flipped my hair over my shoulder, adjusted my fur coat, and catwalk. As I walked into the bar, the atmosphere felt electric. The dim lighting cast a sultry glow on the patrons, the hum of conversations blending with the soft notes of jazz playing in the background. My outfit was short, showing skin. Skimpy. Perfect for this night, showing my curved waist and hips, I could feel the eyes on me, the appreciative glances, the whispers. I have to say, for a forty-year-old woman, I was serving hottie. I walked with swaying hips, feeling a newfound confidence. Men whistled at me, their eyes following my every move, but my focus was on the VIP section. I blushed shyly as I approached the guard, his eyes looking over my body, taking in every detail of my attire. He asked for my pass, which I handed over without hesitation. He inspected it briefly before letting me in. There, drinking wine, was my boss. Well, my ex-boss. Handsome. Tall. Muscular. Gosh, he was just so swoon-worthy. Dominic Callahan, the man who once made my heart race with a single glance. He was every girl's dream man, with eyes like the clearest summer sky and a presence that commanded the room. His gaze was intense, the kind that could unravel one's deepest secrets, yet there was a gentleness to him, a silent promise of protection. A silver piercing glinted at the edge of his sculpted ear, catching the dim light of the bar. His hair, the color of midnight, was styled back tonight, a few strands rebelliously falling over his forehead, softening the hard lines of his chiseled jaw. He lifted the glass to his lips, and even this simple action was a study of grace. Dominic Callahan was not just a man; he was a force, an enigma wrapped in a perfectly tailored suit. I walked towards him and ordered a drink, my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my chest. I kept on reminding myself. I can do this. He turned to look at me, those piercing blue eyes locking onto mine, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as if he were fully aware of the effect he had on me—and relished it. "Sienna," he said, his voice dripping with familiarity and intrigue. Well… that didn't go as expected. Thinking he wouldn't recognize me was a fool's thought at most. I smiled, my heart pounding as I took the seat next to him. This was it. The moment I had been preparing for. Who would have thought this man was the second son of the owner of Callahan Industries? Though his surname was a dead giveaway, the Callahan family never revealed they had a second son. Besides, it wasn't just them who had the name Callahan, Dominic was rich himself and had worked from scratch to become the popular celebrity he is today. I hope he will forgive me for doing this. "Hello, Dominic, or should I still call you Mister Callahan?" I asked, taking off my fur coat to reveal my shoulders. The A-line neckline dipped, showcasing my cleavage. He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You have some confidence coming in here." I flipped my hair, blinking my eyes at him innocently. "Did you reserve this place just for yourself because you're a popular celebrity?" He laughed, a cold, flirtatious sound that sent a shiver down my spine. He winked, "And what if I did? I never expected that my little mouse of an assistant would be the one sitting beside me with such confidence. How did you even get a pass?" I smirked, "Little mouse? Oh, I was anything but a little mouse Dominic." His eyes trailed down to my lips, before moving to my eyes. "Well I had wanted to be alone, I don't know how you got in, but I am glad you are here anyways. How did you glow up so fast?" "Confidence is key in this world, don't you think?" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "True," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. "But confidence can be dangerous if not backed by capability." "I've learned a lot since we last saw each other. Capabilities included," I said, leaning forward slightly. My buds were hard, I could feel that they were poking through my black silk gown. "Oh, really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I could see the way his eyes went down. He noticed it too, my buds and my butt had always been my greatest assets. There was no way he didn't feel something. "And what capabilities might those be?" he added. "Why don't you find out?" I challenged, my heart racing as I held his gaze. I can do this. I reminded myself once again. It's just seggx. It had never had any meaning, but now it does. It was my key to a happy life. Dominic chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "You've changed, Sienna. I like it. But what brings you here tonight?" "Maybe I just wanted to see if the stories about you were true," I said, playing with the rim of my glass. "Or maybe I wanted to see if you've changed too or maybe it was all a coincidence." "And what do you think so far?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I think you're still the same Dominic Callahan," I replied, smirking. "But I guess some things never change." "Some things do," he said softly, leaning closer. "People grow, they learn. Sometimes, they even surprise you." As we stared at each other, a waiter approached with a tray of appetizers. In his haste, he bumped into the table, causing a spoon to fall and clatter to the floor. "Oh, I'm so sorry," the waiter apologized, quickly bending down to retrieve the spoon. Dominic glanced at the waiter, he bent to look over his attention momentarily diverted. Sensing my opportunity, I swiftly reached into my bag and pulled out the vial, carefully pouring something into his drink. By the time the waiter stood up and placed the spoon back on the table, I had already slipped the vial back into my bag and resumed our conversation as if nothing had happened. Dominic picked up his drink, oblivious to my actions, and he raised his glass. "To surprises, then." "Cheers," I replied, smirking behind my glass. Lucky me. We both drank and for a moment, there was a silence filled with the clinking of glasses and the soft hum of the bar. Dominic's gaze never left mine and as the drug began to take effect, his smile faltered. My smirk grew as I watched him struggle to maintain his composure. "I hope you know what you're doing," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. Surprising me. What did he mean? We found ourselves in the hotel room, the tension from the bar spilling over into this private space. I smirked and said, "I thought you were gay." He chuckled, his movements unsteady, the drugs taking effect. "Never believe the rumors," he replied, swaying slightly as he closed the distance between us. I didn't have to go through with this, I could just tie him up, he was unstable. But…I couldn't resist. Dominic's hands found my waist, his touch felt like electricity through my veins. He pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together. His lips met mine in a fierce kiss, full of hunger and desire. The taste of wine lingered on his breath as our tongues intertwined. He backed me against the wall, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve slowly. It made my brain go muddle. He kissed my neck and I moänèd. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed. The feel of his hands on my skin sent shivers down my spine. He kissed my neck, my collarbone, and down to my chêst, his lips igniting a fire wherever they touched. I arched my back, lost in the sensation, as he continued his movement. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my dress, pulling it off in one swift motion. I was exposed, and vulnerable, but the intensity of his gaze made me feel more alive than ever. He kissed his way back up, his mouth finding mine again as he pushed me down onto the bed. Dominic's bõdy covered mine, his weight comforting and exciting. He was hard. He didn't waste time in forêpläy. I didn't want that either. I wanted him. He entered me with a powerful thrÜšt, making me gasp. The rhythm he set was relentless, each movement driving me closer to the edge. His hands gripped my butt, holding me in place as he moved inside me, his pace quickening. Our bödies moved in sync, the sound of our heavy breathing and the creaking bed filling the room. I wrapped my lêgs around him, pulling him dëêper, and he groaned in response. The connection between us was undeniable, it was of raw passion and something deeper that I couldn't quite define. When I reached my pëäk, it felt like an explosion of pleasure, my body convulsing around him. He followed soon after, his movements becoming more frantic until he found his relêãse with a deep, satisfied groan. I had never õrgãsm like that in my years of being alive. It felt different. We lay there, tangled in each other, the room filled with the scent of sweat and seggx. For the first time in a long while, it didn't feel like meaningless seggx; it felt like a connection. He held me against his chest, and as I heard his breathing steady, a tear rolled down my face. When I woke up the next morning, a smile played on my lips. The memory of the night before was vivid, but then reality hit me. "Oh my goodness," I muttered, sitting up quickly. "I forgot to get the code." I scrambled out of bed, searching for my clothes, but stopped when I saw him standing by the window, staring out at the city. A pair of boxers hung low on his waist, revealing his toned back. My heart sank as I noticed the lack of a tattoo. There was no code, no design—just a simple tattoo of stars on his shoulder blade. Nothing else. How….how was this possible?	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2,119,121	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594	ComfiLumba: A Community for Back Pain & Sciatica Sufferers	Got back or sciatica pain? Join our Facebook support group! We're kicking off our new community with a free giveaway!🥳 https://www.facebook.com/groups/531242029499419		https://www.facebook.com/groups/531242029499419/	ComfiLumba	https://www.facebook.com/comfilumbacushion/	1,536	1969-12-31 18:00			IMAGE		https://www.facebook.com/groups/531242029499419/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462288688_881156553958423_4053848148382961264_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sS9e7HxfHcAQ7kNvgGQH3ej&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AGAQLwtdq9XBS-z6HM8kW7e&oh=00_AYCoLWe-IsYnS0Xd87BYp435qnTUciWUDSy8u-eOUJm9eA&oe=670B8CF7	PERSON_PROFILE	0	ComfiLumba	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,119,129	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594		The Celebration Continues at Crippen BuickGMC Mazda Volvo Cars! Follow us for more🎁 #giveaway #anniversary #dealership #crippencarespromise #lansingmichigan #team #NewCars	LEARN_MORE	http://www.crippencars.com/crippen-50th-anniversar	Crippen Cars	https://www.facebook.com/crippencars/	2,017	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	www.crippencars.com	VIDEO		http://www.crippencars.com/crippen-50th-anniversary-appreciation.htm	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462119801_1263397664830796_3449495951699398730_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=-qRHg1K5vGsQ7kNvgGYJ4OF&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A3_xnHBKZ5atbfy-Q1fGo_D&oh=00_AYCbeARKUcI9QasIOu_1f9yFv39UyLxXU_Y6kQCBW0Q9ag&oe=670BB2E5	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Crippen Cars	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,119,133	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2119131}'	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594	Enter To Win!	You’re wanted—FOR MURDER! 😵 Mere jokes, we assure you. 😮‍💨 But we do want to let you know that a giveaway’s afoot! Just fill out the short entry form, and your clan could win 1 free game in our newest escape room: MANSION MURDER! 🎩 Investigate our Facebook for information on how YOU can win it all. Enter here!	SIGN_UP	https://mailchi.mp/escapology/orus3g8yd5	Escapology Escape Rooms Mount Clemens	https://www.facebook.com/escapologymountclemens/	855	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	mailchi.mp	DCO	Escapology Mount Clemens	https://mailchi.mp/escapology/orus3g8yd5	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462300476_548816027551395_8259608827843621346_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=i8FPx39hT0UQ7kNvgF2flCO&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A7yC5j6dvjAAdeJEh3jID4v&oh=00_AYDLX6zCyySTeuozABlahsai7KO8UvA3Os8rUINh8C1URA&oe=670BAB80	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Escapology Escape Rooms	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,119,140	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2118998}'	Yes	2024-10-08 20:10	active	1594	FURBABY PORTRAIT GIVEAWAY 😍	🐶❤️ Do you have the CUTEST Furbaby? Enter Now to WIN our Furbaby Portrait Giveaway 🎉 💌 Selected applicants receive a complimentary Pet Portrait Experience and Fine Artwork to cherish forever. 📍Central Virginia Entry is FREE & simple. Good luck 💕	APPLY_NOW	http://fb.me/	Butler Portraits	https://www.facebook.com/ButlerPortraits/	5,871	1969-12-31 18:00	Apply Now	fb.me	DCO		http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/455995981_878095164172487_6790990420944635983_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0fWMiPp9qB0Q7kNvgGj_OeA&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Ad-iDSBrZpynCbnMddKR3OE&oh=00_AYBCaWRMDnsEXXeIj7vlihI0T6lioMyI5T0IsLy0eSCfEw&oe=670B815C	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Butler Portraits	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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