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1,289,664	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-04-18 14:48	active	553	412165148365170	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"He won't be coming home tonight, he's too busy sleeping with me. A full year of passion, something you and him will never have.<br /> A picture of some random bimbo with blonde hair and a stupid smirk was cuddling up next to my boyfriend who was half undressed and sleeping.<br /> Long forgetting his girlfriend who was at home like a fool, waiting for her boyfriend to show up so they could celebrate their four years together. <br /> And that was the day I found out my boyfriend of four years was cheating on me for the last year of our relationship.<br /> ————————<br /> With every picture I burned, memories of him were vanishing along with my love for him. Everything was finally coming to pieces. All the trips he took, all those long nights at work, all those rejections were part of his lies. Just a cover-up for where he truly was, sleeping around with some cheap woman. All while I was at home waiting for him and giving him my love. As the pictures burned my hatred for him grew.<br /> ""Babe I'm home.""<br /> My head snaps up at the sound of his voice. A voice that once gave me comfort, but now disgusted me.<br /> ""In the living room.""<br /> I quickly hid the pictures under the couch and put on a fake smile.<br /> He comes in with his black suit all wrinkled, his shirt untucked, and his tie loose around his neck. His blue eyes held a hint of guilt. A look I knew was fake just like the excuse he was about to give me. He was holding a bear that held a little black box, and a bouquet of red roses. Usually, I would accept the gifts and forgive him, but that was before I knew his little cheating adventures. I held my fake smile as I looked over the gifts in his hands.<br /> ""So am I forgiven?""<br /> He says breaking the silence, and all I do is smile.<br /> ""Oh babe it's fine, let me guess work was piling up today?""<br /> Let's see what you say you lying scumbag.<br /> I notice his eyes flicker with relief and he lets out a breath.<br /> ""You know me so well babe, happy four years Nikky.""<br /> He sets the bear, roses, and small box on the couch. He comes closer and wraps his arms around me. All I wanted to do at that moment was push him off of me. But trying my best I hug him back. Huh, he smells of cheap perfume.<br /> ""I'll be back, I'm going to change and then we could have dinner.""<br /> I just nod and watch him walk off to my room. I wait until he realizes that his clothes are nowhere to be found. Well, at least he hasn't checked the garbage.<br /> ""Nikky?""<br /> ""Yea?""<br /> I respond looking at his confused face.<br /> ""Why aren't any of my clothes in there?""<br /> Tell him now.<br /> ""They're in the garbage.""<br /> I respond.<br /> ""Why?""<br /> ""Well, I thought since you probably have clothes at her house I could just throw away all the clothes you have here. And plus I need more space for the shoes and more clothes I want to buy.""<br /> ""What are you talking about?""<br /> He says confused.<br /> ""Well, I'm talking about the girl's house where you stay I'm pretty sure every night for a little sleepover.""<br /> ""So you assume I cheated on you?""<br /> ""Oh no I'm not assuming anything, I have proof that you cheated on me.""<br /> I push past him and grab my phone, opening the message and making him look at the picture. As he does his eyes go wide. He opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off.<br /> ""Don't you dare say that this isn't you.""<br /> I snap and he looks up at me with guilt in his blue eyes.<br /> ""Don't do this.""<br /> He pleads.<br /> ""Leave.""<br /> ""Nikky come on please let me explain.""<br /> ""Explain what Luke?! How you cheated on me for who knows how long and yet you have the nerve to come home knowing well what you have done!""<br /> ""Nikky it was a mistake!""<br /> ""A mistake! No, what you did was not a mistake but a choice.""<br /> He doesn't say anything.<br /> ""Leave! And take this because I don't want anything to do with you!""<br /> I throw the roses and bear at him, along with the little box. And the necklace I was currently wearing.<br /> ""Ple-<br /> ""Leave now before I call the police.""<br /> He stands there looking at me.<br /> ""Leave!""<br /> I bang on his chest and push him out the door. Once he is out the door I slam it shut and that's when I feel it. My heart clenches and a sob escapes my throat, tears following right after. And that's when I break, I fall to the ground and let out sobs as I realize that the guy I had loved had broken my heart and didn't think twice when he cheated on me. The guy I was having a baby with had broken me. Grabbing my stomach I let out another sob.<br /> I'm so sorry baby.<br /> The seconds turned to hours which turned to days. I had moved out of the apartment into a smaller one closer to the city. My once flat belly was now a small round bump, being 1 month pregnant and alone brought a lot of complications for me, emotionally wise. I had yet to tell my parents, for all they knew Luke and I were still a thing. I had told no one about the break up except for my best friend Charlie, who I called up the next day to help me find a new place. A place where I could start fresh, with new memories. Just my baby and I.<br /> I was meeting my mom and dad for brunch today so to make sure my bump wasn't noticeable I decided to wear a large black shirt black leggings and a pair of vans. My hair which was once long was now above my shoulders.<br /> Mom: Sweetie why don't you invite Luke over to eat with us? Your father and I haven't seen or heard from him in a while<br /> I sigh as I look at the text.<br /> Well of course you haven't heard from the scumbag, we broke up because he cheated. And now I'm having his baby.<br /> That's what I wanted to text her, but of course I didn't. But instead replied with the same excuse. Luke was at work and couldn't make it.<br /> ""Come on little bean, we have to go meet Grandma and Grandpa.""<br /> I rub my belly and smile. Yeah, I was already talking to the baby, who was probably the size of a bean if not a bit larger.<br /> Walking out of the apartment I head over to my car and drive off to the cafe that was twenty minutes away.<br /> Driving was always something that I dreaded because my mind tends to wander to questions I would rather most likely avoid. And the biggest one of course was, When are you going to tell Luke that you're pregnant? Or are you not going to? Personally, I would rather keep my baby away from him and not let him know, but he is the father and legally has the right to know.<br /> Before I could get any more into the subject, I turned the radio on, raising the volume up to drown my thoughts.<br /> By the time I got there, parking was already full, so I was forced to park a block away.<br /> ""Great, that means more walking little bean. Which isn't a bad thing. But mommy gets tired.""<br /> Dad: Kiddo are you almost here?<br /> I look at the text and chuckle, my dad was always impatient when it came to food.<br /> Me: Yes Dad, had to park a block away but I should be there in three minutes.<br /> I turn the engine off and walk out to the crisp air. It was mid-September and the weather in Chicago was getting a bit cooler as fall approached.<br /> I start walking and as I do I start to feel nervous, the fact that my parents will finally know that Luke and I broke up and that I was pregnant and was going to be a single mom was quite the thing to get me all nervous.<br /> It'll be fine, no need to get all worked up about it. You are an adult and they can't tell you what to do anymore.<br /> I kept telling myself as I opened the door and was welcomed with the scent of coffee and warmth. I search the whole place and spot my parents all the way in the back, my dad waving his hands and my mom laughing as she brought the mug to her lips.<br /> Smiling at them I walk towards their table causing them both to get up and greet me with a hug.<br /> ""Kiddo Long time no see! How's Luke?""<br /> Just the mention of that name made my stomach churn.<br /> ""Yea, Dad it has been a long time.""<br /> I reply ignoring the last part.<br /> ""Mom.""<br /> I say giving her a hug.<br /> ""Darling, how I've missed you. Woah looks like someone is gaining a bit of weight.""<br /> Come on Nikky it's now or never. You have to tell them.<br /> ""Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you guys about.""<br /> I explain, biting on the inside of my cheek.<br /> ""Of you gaining weight?""<br /> My dad asks as he sits back down.<br /> And before I can answer a waitress comes by.<br /> ""Can I get you anything to drink?""<br /> ""Yeah, she'll have an espresso.""<br /> My mom answers.<br /> I shake my head.<br /> ""Actually I'll just have a hot chocolate with whipped cream on top and a chocolate chip muffin please.""<br /> ""Alrighty, then I'll be right out with that.""<br /> ""Hot chocolate?""<br /> ""Yeah, I just wanted to try something different.""<br /> I say playing around with the hem of my shirt.<br /> ""So what did you want to talk about Nikky?""<br /> My mom says sitting back down and I follow sitting across from her and my dad.<br /> ""Well, um okay, how do I tell you guys.""<br /> Quit stalling and just tell them Nikky!<br /> ""Nikky just spit it out. You know you can tell us anything.""<br /> I nod, reassuring my mom that I knew that.<br /> ""Okay, well I'm uh pregnant.""<br /> There I said it.<br /> I looked at both my parents who had a blank stare. That is until my mother broke into a smile and stood up, making me stand up as well.<br /> ""Sweetie congratulations! Why didn't you tell me sooner?""<br /> She wraps her arms around me and sways us side to side.<br /> ""Come on let me get a hug.""<br /> My dad says and my mom lets go letting my dad congratulate me by giving me one of his famous bear hugs.<br /> ""Can't believe we're going to be grandparents.""<br /> I looked over at my mom who was on the verge of crying.<br /> ""Mom please don't cry.""<br /> I plead knowing that I had yet to tell them the other part of the news and not know how they would react with the second part once I had told them.<br /> ""So how did Luke react?""<br /> They both look at me with the biggest smiles on their faces.<br /> ""He doesn't know.""<br /> I say and my mom blinks and my dad just smiles.<br /> ""Of course! you want to make it a surprise!""<br /> I shake my head no.<br /> ""We broke up, and have been for a while now. I left the apartment and got a smaller one closer to the city. Charlie helped me pick it out.""<br /> ""You're not going to keep it am I right?""<br /> My mother asks looking rather angry.<br /> I was taken aback by her remark, does she mean an abortion?<br /> ""No, I plan on keeping my baby.""<br /> ""Nikky do you know what our friends will say when they find out about this?""<br /> I don't answer her but just continue staring at both my parents, letting her comment process.<br /> Why would I want to have an abortion? This baby was a blessing for me and there was no way that I was going to end my little bean's life. Sure being a single mom would be a bit more challenging but I had my friends, and I thought I had my family but apparently they don't approve.<br /> ""Or if you don't want an abortion, we can have it adopted.""<br /> I look at my mother with a look of disgust.<br /> ""It's a baby, not it. And I will not have an abortion nor will I have the baby be adopted.""<br /> I speak low to not cause a scene, not that it mattered.<br /> ""Nikky listen to your mother, this won't be good for your reputation. Think about it, you'll be a single mom living on your own and not even married with a baby on the way.""<br /> I scoff.<br /> ""Are you listening to yourself, Dad?! Not married and with a baby? This is the twenty-first century, things change and not being married and with a kid is one of them.""<br /> Before my mom could reply the waitress came with our stuff.<br /> ""Actually I'll like to have my things to go please.""<br /> I say giving her a small smile.<br /> She looks between my mom and me and nods, maybe she could sense the tension going on.<br /> ""Of course.""<br /> ""Thank you.""<br /> I turn back to my parents.<br /> ""Don't worry, we won't be causing you or your reputation any more trouble.""<br /> With that said I walk to the cash register grab my hot chocolate and muffin and leave the coffee shop.<br /> I was preoccupied with my thoughts but the chime of my phone quickly pulled me back to reality.<br /> ""So let me get this straight your mother wants you to have an abortion or have the baby be adopted?""<br /> Charlie looks over at me as he flips over the omelet, he looks a bit shocked that my mother would think such a thing.<br /> ""Yup, my dad even said that it was bad for my reputation being a single mother and all. That it was immoral for me to have the baby and not have the father here with me.""<br /> I move around to the cupboard to get the plates along with the cups.<br /> ""Well, why would you want a douche to me near your baby, especially a cheating one.""<br /> ""Well he is the father, I have to tell him. But no way will I get back with him.""<br /> ""So are you for sure ready to tell him? The real question I'm asking is if you're ready to face him again.""<br /> He places the omelet on the plate and sets the pan down before looking at me.<br /> ""I have no clue, whenever I think about him I feel like throwing up, and I just get nervous. But he has to know, doesn't he?""<br /> I ask looking as Charlie starts preparing his omelet. He shrugs his shoulders before cracking an egg followed by another.<br /> ""That's up to you. Do you want him to be part of the baby's life?""<br /> I let out a sigh and ran my hands through my face, feeling exhausted from the whole situation.<br /> ""I don't know what I want anymore, I just want to live a happy life with my baby.""<br /> ""Here eat already.""<br /> He nudges the plate towards me and I grab it sitting down, waiting for Charlie to finish making his.<br /> ""I don't have his number anymore so that means I'm going to have to talk with his parents and get his number from them.""<br /> I take my fork and cut a piece of the omelet bringing it to my mouth.<br /> ""This is so good.""<br /> I exclaim with a full mouth. Charlie chuckles and turns his head to look at me.<br /> ""Glad you two like it.""<br /> ""Like it? We love it.""<br /> I take another bite letting my mouth savor the flavors that the sausage, bacon, and ham brought to my taste buds. Charlie joins me finally with his omelet my hot chocolate and his coffee mug, taking a seat across from me.<br /> ""Veggie omelet?""<br /> I ask looking at his omelet which contains mushrooms, avocado, spinach, and tomatoes.<br /> ""Yeah, it's good.""<br /> He says taking a bite and looking at me with his blue eyes.<br /> I shake my head.<br /> ""Maybe, but little bean and I prefer the meat omelet.""<br /> The rest of our breakfast time we spent time talking about random stuff, school, and a new project he had. We talked about almost everything except my parents, Luke, and the problems I soon had to face.<br /> ""Okay so let me get this, you have a date tomorrow and you're barely telling me today?! Why didn't you tell me sooner jerk?""<br /> I smack his arm playfully.<br /> ""Because I'm not sure if it will turn out into more dates.""<br /> ""I don't care, you should have told me. It's about time you got a date.""<br /> He rolls his eyes, he opens his mouth to say something smart but he is cut off by a sudden knock at the door.<br /> ""Are you expecting someone?""<br /> ""Not that I'm aware of."""	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1,288,400	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1288411}'	No	2024-04-18 14:46	active	553	406445972101428	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	What’s more embarrassing than a butt dial? Butt dialing your boss… And leaving a dirty voicemail when you’re uhh… “thinking” about them.<br /> Just had a sexual fantasy with my boss. I stand on legs that are just as shaky as he said they’d be. My throat hurts from moaning and I’m sore as all get-out. As I stand, my phone clatters to the floor.<br /> I reach down to pick it up—<br /> And freeze in horror.<br /> Ruslan’s name is lighting up my screen.<br /> And the call is active.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been masturbating to the absolute filthiest fantasy I’ve ever had, starring Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> ————————<br /> Emma<br /> If anyone has a reason to cry, it’s me. My boss is an arrogant prick and my sister is dead and her husband is more of a burden than a help and I have three innocent kids I’m doing my best to raise right but I can’t seem to catch a break and I need sleep and food and more coffee and a vacation and a fresh start and—the list just goes on. One reason for each of my thousand tears.<br /> “Auntie Em! Auntie Em, wake up.”<br /> I come to with a start. The sun is slanting in through the blinds and I have absolutely no freaking idea what planet I’m on. I feel a sharp line of pain on my cheek. It takes me a long moment to realize that it’s because I have a shoelace plastered to my skin. I peel it off with a wince and look up to see Josh standing over me.<br /> “Auntie Em, it’s 7:45. We’re late for school.”<br /> The next fifteen minutes are a blur. I get the girls up and dressed in the least coordinated outfits in the history of terrible parenting. I hurl random food into their lunchboxes with no regard for nutritional value. And then we’re all sprinting out the door.<br /> Ben, needless to say, doesn’t so much as lift a finger to help.<br /> I get the evil eye from the receptionist at the kids’ school when I drop them off well into first period. I just pop a peck on each of their foreheads and then turn to Bane.<br /> I get another evil eye from the lobby receptionist there, too, but I don’t quite realize why until I’m in the elevator up to the thirtieth floor and I catch sight of my reflection in the polished bronze.<br /> I look like an absolute shitshow. My hair is a rat’s nest on my head and my blouse is on backwards. The fashionable one-shoulder cutout is framing my frayed bra strap instead of a tasteful slice of arm.<br /> Wet street dogs are more put-together than I am.<br /> It’s way too late to go back now, though. I can already imagine Ruslan’s eyebrow. It’s probably halfway up his scalp by now. His voice is going to be absolutely frigid when he hears me come stumbling in. Something like:<br /> “You have got to be kidding me.”<br /> Wait. That wasn’t my imagination. That was actually his voice.<br /> I open my eyes and turn around to realize that the elevator doors have opened—and who should be standing there but my beloved, benevolent boss?<br /> Sure enough, his eyebrow is locked and loaded and that cruelly sharp jaw of his clenched so tight that I wonder idly if he has a good dentist on speed dial.<br /> I open my mouth to defend myself, but what is there even to say? “I’m sorry,” I blurt. “I fell asleep after—It was a long night and—I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”<br /> He doesn’t so much as blink. “I expect you to dress appropriately for your job, Ms. Carson,” he growls. “Not do the walk of shame through my building.”<br /> I frown. “The walk of—? Hold on. No, that’s not what this is. I didn’t—”<br /> “You’re wearing yesterday’s skirt and flaunting your undergarments like you think you can seduce your way out of being—” He checks his watch. “—two and a half hours late. I’m not sure if you think I’m stupid or easy. I’m also not sure which of those two would offend me more.”<br /> One word snags my attention. “Seduce?” I parrot stupidly.<br /> Out of nowhere, thoughts of what it would look like to seduce Ruslan Oryolov come prancing through my head.<br /> Wrapping his tie around my fist and bringing that smirking snarl down to my lips for a taste.<br /> Lying back on his desk, pencil skirt hiked above my hips, while he shoves my panties to the side and devours me like his last meal.<br /> On my knees on his office carpet as he stands over me and—<br /> “Ms. Carson, I’m not interested in your explanations. Go do your job. Before I find someone else to do it for you.”<br /> With that, he brushes past me and gets on the elevator. I turn and look dumbly at him as the doors close on his face. The last thing I see is the arrogant slant of his mouth.<br /> Then that, too, disappears.<br /> My cheeks are burning red for the rest of the day. Luckily, I have an extra cardigan at my desk, so I’m able to cover up the worst of my wardrobe malfunction.<br /> But my phone keeps pinging all day long with messages from Ruslan. Do this. Send that. Fax this. Email that. He’s as unbearable as ever. Everything from the expiration date on his coffee creamer to the status of the conference room chairs he’s so anal about merits yet another scathing comment from him. And after yesterday’s nightmare, I’m running on fumes.<br /> My only saving grace is that he has a gala tonight, so he’s scheduled to leave the office at 5:00 P.M. sharp. I’m counting down the last ten seconds until the clock strikes five like I’m a Times Square partier on New Year’s Eve.<br /> “Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One…”<br /> Ping. Another text. I moan and look down to see the devil’s name pop up on my phone.<br /> RUSLAN: My office. Now.<br /> Goddammit. I was so close.<br /> Sighing, I get up and slink inside.<br /> “Shut the door,” he orders. It’s dark in here. The curtains are sealed tight and the temperature is Arctic. He’s a mass of shadows behind his desk, huge and fragrant. The only thing I can see is the sharp light of his amber eyes.<br /> “Sit.” A shadowy hand points at the chair across from his desk.<br /> I perch at the edge of the seat in question. My nerves are buzzing and frayed. I’m so, so tired. But I can’t show him that. Matter of fact, I refuse to show him that.<br /> I won’t give the smug prick the satisfaction of thinking he’s outlasted me.<br /> “I asked you yesterday if I had your full attention,” he begins. “I’m not so sure I do. So let me say this: if your priorities lie anywhere other than this company, then I will find a new assistant. I’m not a nice man, Ms. Carson. So believe me when I tell you that this is not the kind of place where you get three strikes before something bad happens. You mess up once—you’re gone. Am I making myself clear?”<br /> I swallow. “Yes, sir.”<br /> He nods. “Good. Be here on time tomorrow. Dress like you intend to keep your job. Now, if you’ll excuse me… there’s the door.”<br /> He looks down at his phone and poof, it’s like I don’t exist anymore.<br /> But I. Am. Pissed.<br /> He doesn’t know what I’m going through. He doesn’t know Ben is snoring and farting in my living room, or that three little kids are waiting on me to pick them up from after-school care. He doesn’t know that I buried my sister or that I’m barely keeping my head above water. He doesn’t know anything.<br /> “No.” I blurt it before I can think better of it. “No. No. I’m not some little worm under your shoe, Mr. Oryolov. I’m a—I mean, screw you, I’m a person! I have a life and hobbies and people who depend on me. I’m real! So I’d appreciate it very much if you’d pull your smug head out of your smug prick and treat me with some respect for once.”<br /> Ruslan blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> “Is there something else, Ms. Carson?”<br /> That’s when I realize that my whole little tirade took place entirely in my head. It wasn’t real. All imagined. Just a pleasant little detour to a fantasy land where I give him my two cents and then some.<br /> I swallow past the nasty taste in my throat and stand. “No, sir,” I say quietly. “Nothing at all.”<br /> -<br /> I ended the call with my best friend, Phoebe.<br /> Then a face pops up on the black screen of my mind’s eye.<br /> It’s Ruslan because, like I told Pheebs, he haunts me even when I’m off the clock. He’s smiling that smile she described. That come-to-bed-and-let-me-show-you-what-I-can-do-to-you smile. The camera of my imagination pulls back and floats down.<br /> Imaginary Ruslan is wearing an ivory white button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. Enough to see a dusting of dark chest hair and the edge of a tattoo I can’t quite make out. He flexes his forearms in front of him. Those knuckles crack, louder than I expected, and I let out a surprised little gasp.<br /> I like when you make that noise, he croons. Shall I see if I can make you do it again?<br /> I’m nodding before I’m even realizing what I’m doing. “Make me moan,” I plead.<br /> I’m also touching the inside of my knee before I realize what I’m doing. But it’s not my hands that are doing it—or at least, it doesn’t feel like it’s my hands. It’s Ruslan’s hands, huge and powerful, palming my thigh and drifting up under the edge of my pencil skirt.<br /> You’ve been a naughty assistant, he growls, breath minty in my face where it mingles with the woodsy spice of his cologne. There’s a faint laugh on the edge of his voice, like he knows that this whole thing is crazy but he’s just going with it because it’s hotter than it is ridiculous. You’ve been so very, very bad. Step into my office and shut the door.<br /> The rest of the world disappears like I just followed his orders. Gone is my messy apartment and the lingering smell of burrito cheese. Ruslan is all I smell now.<br /> That cologne.<br /> That breath.<br /> Beneath it, that musk that sets my nerve endings on fire.<br /> “Are you going to punish me, Ruslan?” I whisper.<br /> I’m on the literal edge of my seat, grinding and bucking against my fingers. Imaginary Ruslan has me eating out of the palm of his hand. I’d do anything for him. Say anything. Be anything.<br /> Imaginary Ruslan is every bit the cruel prick that real Ruslan is. He said he’d keep my orgasms to himself, but I feel like I stole this one from him. The euphoria of it rips through me in one endless lightning bolt after the next, until finally, what feels like an hour later, I come back to something like normal consciousness with drool on my lips and my fingers wet and sticky with my own desire.<br /> I stand on legs that are just as shaky as he said they’d be. My throat hurts from moaning and I’m sore as all get-out. As I stand, my phone clatters to the floor.<br /> I reach down to pick it up—<br /> And freeze in horror.<br /> Ruslan’s name is lighting up my screen.<br /> And the call is active.<br /> The reality of what is happening clicks in my gut immediately, but it takes a few delayed moments before my head comes to terms with it.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been on a call with Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been masturbating to the absolute filthiest fantasy I’ve ever had, starring Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, my phone has been recording every last moan and gasp and breath and twitch I made while I begged for his mercy and pleaded for him to make me come.<br /> Did Ruslan hear the whole thing?<br /> -<br /> “It’s over. My life as I know it is over. R.I.P. to me.”<br /> “I’m sorry, who is this?”<br /> “Pheebs!”<br /> She chuckles while I stare at my reflection in the mirror and try not to throw up. My phone is lying on the bathroom counter on speakerphone, mostly because my palms have been sweating since I saw the meeting invite in my calendar for today.<br /> 9:00 A.M. – 09:07:32 A.M.: Emma Carson 1-on-1 with Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> “Sorry. Couldn’t resist. Anyway, rewind, take a deep breath, then tell me what’s going on in your big girl voice. Unburden yourself. Take all the time you need. Just make it quick because I have a 9 o’clock appointment.”<br /> I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet now, the same way that Reagan does when she needs to pee really bad. “Yeah, so do I. With him.”<br /> “Ah. Oh, wait—oh.”<br /> I first called Phoebe last night right after realizing what I’d done. Her reaction was a dizzying mixture of pride and horror. I believe her exact words were, “Sure, it’s mortifying, but I’m glad you got your rocks off. Knew you had it in you.”<br /> She’s a little more reassuring now that things are escalating out of control. “That doesn’t necessarily mean he heard the voicemail, Em. Maybe this is just a standard, no-big-deal, super-boring-business-stuff Thursday morning meeting.”<br /> “It’s scheduled for seven minutes and thirty-two seconds. Precisely.”<br /> “Hm.” There’s a beat of silence. “Doesn’t look good, does it?”<br /> “Seriously? That’s all you’ve got for me? I’m gonna lose my job, Phoebe!”<br /> “You don’t know that for sure. Just take a deep breath and go in there, see what he wants. Play it cool, y’know?”<br /> “And what if what he wants is to kick my arse to the curb with a recommendation letter that claims I’m a dirty bimbo?”<br /> “I mean, there’s probably a market for that.” I moan as Phoebe’s laughter fades into a serious tone. “Listen, boo: whatever happens, you’re a strong, smart, confident woman and you’re gonna land on your feet. And until you do, I’ve got your back.”<br /> Her words mean everything to me, but I know that Phoebe doesn’t have much margin for error in her life, either. She struggles just as hard as I do. If she is able to help, it still wouldn’t put a dent in all the bills and loans looming over me.<br /> “Thanks for the pep talk. I’ve gotta go to my doom now.”<br /> “Keep your pecker up!”<br /> I blink. “Huh?”<br /> “Oklahoma talk. It means, like, ‘break a leg,’ but for Midwesterners.”<br /> If I weren’t worried about losing my job and ending up homeless on the street with three kids, I’d laugh. Instead, I say one more miserable goodbye, then spend a solid three minutes dry-heaving into one of the empty bathroom stalls.<br /> Once I’ve sufficiently bruised my stomach lining, I slink out of the bathroom and waste the remaining two minutes before the meeting standing outside of Ruslan’s door, watching the clock steal my life away one second at a time.<br /> “You okay, Emma?” asks Katie Miller, another of the executive assistants on this floor, as she passes by.<br /> “Dandy,” I mumble. “Just waiting for the noose.”<br /> “What was that?”<br /> “Nothing. I like your earrings. Have a good day.”<br /> She raises her brow a smidge. I’m not usually so dismissive, but I can’t concentrate on small talk right now. Not when I’m T-minus thirty seconds away from the end of my career.<br /> Dear God, I know I don’t pray to you often. Or, well, ever. But please help me out today and I’ll definitely consider starting on a more semi-regular basis.<br /> Great. Now, I’m bargaining with God. New low, Emma. New low.<br /> I take a deep breath and walk into his office. The shades are tight, snuffing out all the light of the Manhattan morning beyond. It’s like a bear cave in here—and the grizzly in question is sitting at his desk, scrolling through his phone. He doesn’t acknowledge me until I’m standing in front of his desk.<br /> “Sit.”<br /> The moment my rear end is parked, he puts his phone down and looks at me. Just looks at me.<br /> In the eighteen months that I’ve worked for him, he’s never once given me the benefit of his full attention. Even during our morning meetings, he’s either on his phone, flipping through files, or typing away on his laptop. I used to be annoyed about it. I’m only now realizing I should have been grateful.<br /> Should I say something?<br /> Maybe he wants me to break the silence. Maybe I’m supposed to give him an explanation, an apology, something. But the more the silence stretches on, the less I’m capable of breaking it.<br /> I decide once again that those amber eyes of his should be outlawed.<br /> “I heard the voicemail,” he says at last.<br /> I can’t place his tone. Amusement? Anger? Disbelief?<br /> “Do you have anything to say, Ms. Carson?”<br /> I launch into the apology I spent most of last night practicing in the mirror. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Mr. Oryolov. I have no idea what I was thinking. The whole thing was an accident; I didn’t realize I’d dialed you. I was so tired and out of it and… I can assure you that it will never happen again. I swear.”<br /> My cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but I try to keep my voice steady. I can’t sound too desperate, although that’s exactly what I am.<br /> “Tell me, Ms. Carson: what would you do in my place?”<br /> “I would give the plucky, hard-working assistant another chance, maybe?” It’s a long shot, but I figure, what the heck? I just wish I’d asked it without my voice rising to an Alvin and the Chipmunks pipsqueak at the end.<br /> His mouth twitches with the promise of a smile, but it’s gone as quick as it came. “I know what you sound like when you climax, Emma. Is that the soundtrack you want running through all our interactions from now on?”<br /> Flushing the brightest of reds, I shake my head. “If we could maybe just forget this whole thing—”<br /> “The way I see it, there are only two options here.”<br /> I hold my breath.<br /> “One, I fire you.”<br /> There it is. I knew it. I’m done for. I’m going to need to call the welfare office and see what—<br /> “Or two… I give you exactly what you want.”<br /> I almost choke on my own saliva. What little is left in my gaping mouth. “W-what?”<br /> Silently, Ruslan offers me the blue folder lying in front of him. I pick it up with shaky hands and open the cover. It takes me a few long moments to figure out what on earth I’m looking at.<br /> A… contract?<br /> I read through the first page, feeling a strange sensation bubble up in my chest.Then, since I’m clearly misunderstanding something, I read through the first page again. And again. And again.<br /> Only then do I look up. “Is this a joke?”<br /> He doesn’t blink. “I never joke.”<br /> “It’s just that, it seems like, from what I read, um—”<br /> “I will offer you money and security in exchange for live encores of the little performance you sent me last night. In addition to meeting my other needs.”<br /> “And by ‘needs,’ you mean…intercourse?”<br /> He tilts his chin down and regards me solemnly. “How explicit would you like me to be, Ms. Carson?”<br /> What.<br /> “So this—” I raise the blue folder in my hand. “—is a sugar daddy contract?”<br /> His brow furrows. “I’d prefer to call it a ‘Friend With Benefits’ contract.”<br /> “But we’re not friends.”<br /> He smirks. “Fair enough. 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1,288,414	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1288411}'	Yes	2024-04-18 14:46	active	553	1793052431202581	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	What’s more embarrassing than a butt dial? Butt dialing your boss… And leaving a dirty voicemail when you’re uhh… “thinking” about them.<br /> Just had a sexual fantasy with my boss. I stand on legs that are just as shaky as he said they’d be. My throat hurts from moaning and I’m sore as all get-out. As I stand, my phone clatters to the floor.<br /> I reach down to pick it up—<br /> And freeze in horror.<br /> Ruslan’s name is lighting up my screen.<br /> And the call is active.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been masturbating to the absolute filthiest fantasy I’ve ever had, starring Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> ————————<br /> Emma<br /> If anyone has a reason to cry, it’s me. My boss is an arrogant prick and my sister is dead and her husband is more of a burden than a help and I have three innocent kids I’m doing my best to raise right but I can’t seem to catch a break and I need sleep and food and more coffee and a vacation and a fresh start and—the list just goes on. One reason for each of my thousand tears.<br /> “Auntie Em! Auntie Em, wake up.”<br /> I come to with a start. The sun is slanting in through the blinds and I have absolutely no freaking idea what planet I’m on. I feel a sharp line of pain on my cheek. It takes me a long moment to realize that it’s because I have a shoelace plastered to my skin. I peel it off with a wince and look up to see Josh standing over me.<br /> “Auntie Em, it’s 7:45. We’re late for school.”<br /> The next fifteen minutes are a blur. I get the girls up and dressed in the least coordinated outfits in the history of terrible parenting. I hurl random food into their lunchboxes with no regard for nutritional value. And then we’re all sprinting out the door.<br /> Ben, needless to say, doesn’t so much as lift a finger to help.<br /> I get the evil eye from the receptionist at the kids’ school when I drop them off well into first period. I just pop a peck on each of their foreheads and then turn to Bane.<br /> I get another evil eye from the lobby receptionist there, too, but I don’t quite realize why until I’m in the elevator up to the thirtieth floor and I catch sight of my reflection in the polished bronze.<br /> I look like an absolute shitshow. My hair is a rat’s nest on my head and my blouse is on backwards. The fashionable one-shoulder cutout is framing my frayed bra strap instead of a tasteful slice of arm.<br /> Wet street dogs are more put-together than I am.<br /> It’s way too late to go back now, though. I can already imagine Ruslan’s eyebrow. It’s probably halfway up his scalp by now. His voice is going to be absolutely frigid when he hears me come stumbling in. Something like:<br /> “You have got to be kidding me.”<br /> Wait. That wasn’t my imagination. That was actually his voice.<br /> I open my eyes and turn around to realize that the elevator doors have opened—and who should be standing there but my beloved, benevolent boss?<br /> Sure enough, his eyebrow is locked and loaded and that cruelly sharp jaw of his clenched so tight that I wonder idly if he has a good dentist on speed dial.<br /> I open my mouth to defend myself, but what is there even to say? “I’m sorry,” I blurt. “I fell asleep after—It was a long night and—I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”<br /> He doesn’t so much as blink. “I expect you to dress appropriately for your job, Ms. Carson,” he growls. “Not do the walk of shame through my building.”<br /> I frown. “The walk of—? Hold on. No, that’s not what this is. I didn’t—”<br /> “You’re wearing yesterday’s skirt and flaunting your undergarments like you think you can seduce your way out of being—” He checks his watch. “—two and a half hours late. I’m not sure if you think I’m stupid or easy. I’m also not sure which of those two would offend me more.”<br /> One word snags my attention. “Seduce?” I parrot stupidly.<br /> Out of nowhere, thoughts of what it would look like to seduce Ruslan Oryolov come prancing through my head.<br /> Wrapping his tie around my fist and bringing that smirking snarl down to my lips for a taste.<br /> Lying back on his desk, pencil skirt hiked above my hips, while he shoves my panties to the side and devours me like his last meal.<br /> On my knees on his office carpet as he stands over me and—<br /> “Ms. Carson, I’m not interested in your explanations. Go do your job. Before I find someone else to do it for you.”<br /> With that, he brushes past me and gets on the elevator. I turn and look dumbly at him as the doors close on his face. The last thing I see is the arrogant slant of his mouth.<br /> Then that, too, disappears.<br /> My cheeks are burning red for the rest of the day. Luckily, I have an extra cardigan at my desk, so I’m able to cover up the worst of my wardrobe malfunction.<br /> But my phone keeps pinging all day long with messages from Ruslan. Do this. Send that. Fax this. Email that. He’s as unbearable as ever. Everything from the expiration date on his coffee creamer to the status of the conference room chairs he’s so anal about merits yet another scathing comment from him. And after yesterday’s nightmare, I’m running on fumes.<br /> My only saving grace is that he has a gala tonight, so he’s scheduled to leave the office at 5:00 P.M. sharp. I’m counting down the last ten seconds until the clock strikes five like I’m a Times Square partier on New Year’s Eve.<br /> “Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One…”<br /> Ping. Another text. I moan and look down to see the devil’s name pop up on my phone.<br /> RUSLAN: My office. Now.<br /> Goddammit. I was so close.<br /> Sighing, I get up and slink inside.<br /> “Shut the door,” he orders. It’s dark in here. The curtains are sealed tight and the temperature is Arctic. He’s a mass of shadows behind his desk, huge and fragrant. The only thing I can see is the sharp light of his amber eyes.<br /> “Sit.” A shadowy hand points at the chair across from his desk.<br /> I perch at the edge of the seat in question. My nerves are buzzing and frayed. I’m so, so tired. But I can’t show him that. Matter of fact, I refuse to show him that.<br /> I won’t give the smug prick the satisfaction of thinking he’s outlasted me.<br /> “I asked you yesterday if I had your full attention,” he begins. “I’m not so sure I do. So let me say this: if your priorities lie anywhere other than this company, then I will find a new assistant. I’m not a nice man, Ms. Carson. So believe me when I tell you that this is not the kind of place where you get three strikes before something bad happens. You mess up once—you’re gone. Am I making myself clear?”<br /> I swallow. “Yes, sir.”<br /> He nods. “Good. Be here on time tomorrow. Dress like you intend to keep your job. Now, if you’ll excuse me… there’s the door.”<br /> He looks down at his phone and poof, it’s like I don’t exist anymore.<br /> But I. Am. Pissed.<br /> He doesn’t know what I’m going through. He doesn’t know Ben is snoring and farting in my living room, or that three little kids are waiting on me to pick them up from after-school care. He doesn’t know that I buried my sister or that I’m barely keeping my head above water. He doesn’t know anything.<br /> “No.” I blurt it before I can think better of it. “No. No. I’m not some little worm under your shoe, Mr. Oryolov. I’m a—I mean, screw you, I’m a person! I have a life and hobbies and people who depend on me. I’m real! So I’d appreciate it very much if you’d pull your smug head out of your smug prick and treat me with some respect for once.”<br /> Ruslan blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> “Is there something else, Ms. Carson?”<br /> That’s when I realize that my whole little tirade took place entirely in my head. It wasn’t real. All imagined. Just a pleasant little detour to a fantasy land where I give him my two cents and then some.<br /> I swallow past the nasty taste in my throat and stand. “No, sir,” I say quietly. “Nothing at all.”<br /> -<br /> I ended the call with my best friend, Phoebe.<br /> Then a face pops up on the black screen of my mind’s eye.<br /> It’s Ruslan because, like I told Pheebs, he haunts me even when I’m off the clock. He’s smiling that smile she described. That come-to-bed-and-let-me-show-you-what-I-can-do-to-you smile. The camera of my imagination pulls back and floats down.<br /> Imaginary Ruslan is wearing an ivory white button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. Enough to see a dusting of dark chest hair and the edge of a tattoo I can’t quite make out. He flexes his forearms in front of him. Those knuckles crack, louder than I expected, and I let out a surprised little gasp.<br /> I like when you make that noise, he croons. Shall I see if I can make you do it again?<br /> I’m nodding before I’m even realizing what I’m doing. “Make me moan,” I plead.<br /> I’m also touching the inside of my knee before I realize what I’m doing. But it’s not my hands that are doing it—or at least, it doesn’t feel like it’s my hands. It’s Ruslan’s hands, huge and powerful, palming my thigh and drifting up under the edge of my pencil skirt.<br /> You’ve been a naughty assistant, he growls, breath minty in my face where it mingles with the woodsy spice of his cologne. There’s a faint laugh on the edge of his voice, like he knows that this whole thing is crazy but he’s just going with it because it’s hotter than it is ridiculous. You’ve been so very, very bad. Step into my office and shut the door.<br /> The rest of the world disappears like I just followed his orders. Gone is my messy apartment and the lingering smell of burrito cheese. Ruslan is all I smell now.<br /> That cologne.<br /> That breath.<br /> Beneath it, that musk that sets my nerve endings on fire.<br /> “Are you going to punish me, Ruslan?” I whisper.<br /> I’m on the literal edge of my seat, grinding and bucking against my fingers. Imaginary Ruslan has me eating out of the palm of his hand. I’d do anything for him. Say anything. Be anything.<br /> Imaginary Ruslan is every bit the cruel prick that real Ruslan is. He said he’d keep my orgasms to himself, but I feel like I stole this one from him. The euphoria of it rips through me in one endless lightning bolt after the next, until finally, what feels like an hour later, I come back to something like normal consciousness with drool on my lips and my fingers wet and sticky with my own desire.<br /> I stand on legs that are just as shaky as he said they’d be. My throat hurts from moaning and I’m sore as all get-out. As I stand, my phone clatters to the floor.<br /> I reach down to pick it up—<br /> And freeze in horror.<br /> Ruslan’s name is lighting up my screen.<br /> And the call is active.<br /> The reality of what is happening clicks in my gut immediately, but it takes a few delayed moments before my head comes to terms with it.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been on a call with Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been masturbating to the absolute filthiest fantasy I’ve ever had, starring Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, my phone has been recording every last moan and gasp and breath and twitch I made while I begged for his mercy and pleaded for him to make me come.<br /> Did Ruslan hear the whole thing?<br /> -<br /> “It’s over. My life as I know it is over. R.I.P. to me.”<br /> “I’m sorry, who is this?”<br /> “Pheebs!”<br /> She chuckles while I stare at my reflection in the mirror and try not to throw up. My phone is lying on the bathroom counter on speakerphone, mostly because my palms have been sweating since I saw the meeting invite in my calendar for today.<br /> 9:00 A.M. – 09:07:32 A.M.: Emma Carson 1-on-1 with Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> “Sorry. Couldn’t resist. Anyway, rewind, take a deep breath, then tell me what’s going on in your big girl voice. Unburden yourself. Take all the time you need. Just make it quick because I have a 9 o’clock appointment.”<br /> I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet now, the same way that Reagan does when she needs to pee really bad. “Yeah, so do I. With him.”<br /> “Ah. Oh, wait—oh.”<br /> I first called Phoebe last night right after realizing what I’d done. Her reaction was a dizzying mixture of pride and horror. I believe her exact words were, “Sure, it’s mortifying, but I’m glad you got your rocks off. Knew you had it in you.”<br /> She’s a little more reassuring now that things are escalating out of control. “That doesn’t necessarily mean he heard the voicemail, Em. Maybe this is just a standard, no-big-deal, super-boring-business-stuff Thursday morning meeting.”<br /> “It’s scheduled for seven minutes and thirty-two seconds. Precisely.”<br /> “Hm.” There’s a beat of silence. “Doesn’t look good, does it?”<br /> “Seriously? That’s all you’ve got for me? I’m gonna lose my job, Phoebe!”<br /> “You don’t know that for sure. Just take a deep breath and go in there, see what he wants. Play it cool, y’know?”<br /> “And what if what he wants is to kick my arse to the curb with a recommendation letter that claims I’m a dirty bimbo?”<br /> “I mean, there’s probably a market for that.” I moan as Phoebe’s laughter fades into a serious tone. “Listen, boo: whatever happens, you’re a strong, smart, confident woman and you’re gonna land on your feet. And until you do, I’ve got your back.”<br /> Her words mean everything to me, but I know that Phoebe doesn’t have much margin for error in her life, either. She struggles just as hard as I do. If she is able to help, it still wouldn’t put a dent in all the bills and loans looming over me.<br /> “Thanks for the pep talk. I’ve gotta go to my doom now.”<br /> “Keep your pecker up!”<br /> I blink. “Huh?”<br /> “Oklahoma talk. It means, like, ‘break a leg,’ but for Midwesterners.”<br /> If I weren’t worried about losing my job and ending up homeless on the street with three kids, I’d laugh. Instead, I say one more miserable goodbye, then spend a solid three minutes dry-heaving into one of the empty bathroom stalls.<br /> Once I’ve sufficiently bruised my stomach lining, I slink out of the bathroom and waste the remaining two minutes before the meeting standing outside of Ruslan’s door, watching the clock steal my life away one second at a time.<br /> “You okay, Emma?” asks Katie Miller, another of the executive assistants on this floor, as she passes by.<br /> “Dandy,” I mumble. “Just waiting for the noose.”<br /> “What was that?”<br /> “Nothing. I like your earrings. Have a good day.”<br /> She raises her brow a smidge. I’m not usually so dismissive, but I can’t concentrate on small talk right now. Not when I’m T-minus thirty seconds away from the end of my career.<br /> Dear God, I know I don’t pray to you often. Or, well, ever. But please help me out today and I’ll definitely consider starting on a more semi-regular basis.<br /> Great. Now, I’m bargaining with God. New low, Emma. New low.<br /> I take a deep breath and walk into his office. The shades are tight, snuffing out all the light of the Manhattan morning beyond. It’s like a bear cave in here—and the grizzly in question is sitting at his desk, scrolling through his phone. He doesn’t acknowledge me until I’m standing in front of his desk.<br /> “Sit.”<br /> The moment my rear end is parked, he puts his phone down and looks at me. Just looks at me.<br /> In the eighteen months that I’ve worked for him, he’s never once given me the benefit of his full attention. Even during our morning meetings, he’s either on his phone, flipping through files, or typing away on his laptop. I used to be annoyed about it. I’m only now realizing I should have been grateful.<br /> Should I say something?<br /> Maybe he wants me to break the silence. Maybe I’m supposed to give him an explanation, an apology, something. But the more the silence stretches on, the less I’m capable of breaking it.<br /> I decide once again that those amber eyes of his should be outlawed.<br /> “I heard the voicemail,” he says at last.<br /> I can’t place his tone. Amusement? Anger? Disbelief?<br /> “Do you have anything to say, Ms. Carson?”<br /> I launch into the apology I spent most of last night practicing in the mirror. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Mr. Oryolov. I have no idea what I was thinking. The whole thing was an accident; I didn’t realize I’d dialed you. I was so tired and out of it and… I can assure you that it will never happen again. I swear.”<br /> My cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but I try to keep my voice steady. I can’t sound too desperate, although that’s exactly what I am.<br /> “Tell me, Ms. Carson: what would you do in my place?”<br /> “I would give the plucky, hard-working assistant another chance, maybe?” It’s a long shot, but I figure, what the heck? I just wish I’d asked it without my voice rising to an Alvin and the Chipmunks pipsqueak at the end.<br /> His mouth twitches with the promise of a smile, but it’s gone as quick as it came. “I know what you sound like when you climax, Emma. Is that the soundtrack you want running through all our interactions from now on?”<br /> Flushing the brightest of reds, I shake my head. “If we could maybe just forget this whole thing—”<br /> “The way I see it, there are only two options here.”<br /> I hold my breath.<br /> “One, I fire you.”<br /> There it is. I knew it. I’m done for. I’m going to need to call the welfare office and see what—<br /> “Or two… I give you exactly what you want.”<br /> I almost choke on my own saliva. What little is left in my gaping mouth. “W-what?”<br /> Silently, Ruslan offers me the blue folder lying in front of him. I pick it up with shaky hands and open the cover. 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1,288,509	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1288508}'	Yes	2024-04-18 14:46	active	553	1085080952791323	'Breakthrough' Cervical Curve Posture Corrector	🚨 Suddenly, Americans Are Pain-Proofing Their Neck Against Forward Head Posture<br /> <br /> Your head is supposed to rest directly above your shoulders, not in front. But with the new age of digital devices, it is nearly impossible to not look down. <br /> <br /> This is causing millions of people worldwide to develop what is known as forward head posture. <br /> <br /> It's unattractive and unhealthy, but now you can combat it and regain your perfect neck posture with THIS!<br /> <br /> Get yours now >> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbit.ly%2F3TYYC1D&h=AT2-FQot4JB1qrXBx8jAWfTpYzN0uuKmEvVdSctu4b2wFq9kvipkBO1ZazOk4qKGIZ60cSuJ1WLNO7AGdedBTEiaC2NeLcjKb1SLVmTwblzflaRYyxmoVDufUNsAin0Shvn8733_4OmREQ1pxqA7IZPqwew" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="origin">bit.ly/3TYYC1D</a><br /> <br /> ✅ Fixes forward head posture<br /> ✅ Same-day pinched neck nerve relief<br /> ✅ Instantly relaxes neck stiffness<br /> ✅ #1 alternative to neck fusion surgery<br /> ✅ Permanently restore your neck curve<br /> <br /> Get yours now >> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbit.ly%2F3TYYC1D&h=AT3TQjis_YfQbxvW9X3OT0fYZ7FqwyJL9ddoqIgUtDTSJ1-xVtj007gdfRrCcwcYtCn2HhCC_FuO1AbAoWXvCVNIdStnrGvo7PvzLB2BRbZg2AUiFPsH3OW0RcrpsDO8RBMuA3T6A7xPJmJz11wMGo1ChSbg3yufHZs_o-pP" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="origin">bit.ly/3TYYC1D</a>	LEARN_MORE	https://www.neckfixer.com/products/neckfixer-pro-l	235450709641917	Neck Fixer	https://facebook.com/neckfixerusa	14,442	0	1,142,778,980,247,307	2024-04-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	Learn more	Neck Fixer	120207547329600018	www.neckfixer.com	NONE	video		https://www.neckfixer.com/products/neckfixer-pro-lp4	2024-04-17 23:22	https://scontent-lax3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436579167_1344948949531817_647345000342136200_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=gCiQDJwKvRgAb7MHdjD&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-2.xx&oh=00_AfAHwBlwA6N16qp4NhTyISMQYMUuqYSHw5W4ojsCClDVYA&oe=66274B33	person_profile	NeckFixer	https://scontent-lax3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436302376_1128350508496500_4529215388926709312_n.jpg?_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cVfHjALGMQwAb55DJFM&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-2.xx&oh=00_AfCsx1YATRbKVsqFuaJWl0O87mWamhkQxRPoOWrB8hKaGg&oe=66272D00	3	Neck Fixer	2024-04-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
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1,288,526	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1288508}'	No	2024-04-18 14:46	active	553	1178435746668860	'Breakthrough' Cervical Curve Posture Corrector	🚨 Suddenly, Americans Are Pain-Proofing Their Neck Against Forward Head Posture<br /> <br /> Your head is supposed to rest directly above your shoulders, not in front. But with the new age of digital devices, it is nearly impossible to not look down. <br /> <br /> This is causing millions of people worldwide to develop what is known as forward head posture. <br /> <br /> It's unattractive and unhealthy, but now you can combat it and regain your perfect neck posture with THIS!<br /> <br /> Get yours now >> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbit.ly%2F3TYYC1D&h=AT2-yj0WpKFF9RiC8AYxXL55PYBJJSY0SiWZY-cu1MyECA7cHw1Gouj2E4LXGxGrHUOoYCFVJaHF3OmPzP2tz13ElSKguMNhI1vO29Uthqwq3F10YQ4UxbIEsVZP4NO4dQ-IhBRmEwgFhHcAykYtXcranJM" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="origin">bit.ly/3TYYC1D</a><br /> <br /> ✅ Fixes forward head posture<br /> ✅ Same-day pinched neck nerve relief<br /> ✅ Instantly relaxes neck stiffness<br /> ✅ #1 alternative to neck fusion surgery<br /> ✅ Permanently restore your neck curve<br /> <br /> Get yours now >> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbit.ly%2F3TYYC1D&h=AT0E6DkfmtErgVvpZRmVsADVfTIxAabxAH-eTQStIrHAzsDklXJmCzz66-NdrMWOTT8vBbmAVE3amRrHndDvj8mt6vBLhe8aGI4gJZKQw63oQPrBYzggUe0fUl84fjHxtfd0HrreP1Op-RTvUUwGIs9wPIU" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="origin">bit.ly/3TYYC1D</a>	LEARN_MORE	https://www.neckfixer.com/products/neckfixer-pro-l	235450709641917	Neck Fixer	https://facebook.com/neckfixerusa	14,442	1	423,207,696,976,919	2024-04-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	Learn more	Neck Fixer	120207547324890018	www.neckfixer.com	NONE	video		https://www.neckfixer.com/products/neckfixer-pro-lp4	2024-04-17 23:22	https://scontent-lax3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436452129_1243550303686048_5350015194732677755_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=BFA4Y_kTGnYAb5OQWzv&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-1.xx&oh=00_AfAGILcdBOGNW8XTSjtU35FUSqLmPSKY0Z7iAC5v7-XtyA&oe=66273D46	person_profile	NeckFixer	https://scontent-lax3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436363843_451348427357349_5692476235945706455_n.jpg?_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=opUunmqjBV0Ab6wwWpQ&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-2.xx&oh=00_AfA3EaNu5QyI4I9TpADUYpbx1nVsN5ABJmdoaJ9e0I4vkQ&oe=66275ABC	3	Neck Fixer	2024-04-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,288,580	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1288561}'	Yes	2024-04-18 14:46	active	553	1658765814660465	Which Vagus Nerve Stimulator Is The Best?	2024’s Top Vagus Nerve Stimulator: See What Scientists Recommend 👇🏻	LEARN_MORE	https://healthinsider.news/weve-tested-3-devices-i	1835332883255867	Health Insider	https://facebook.com/HealthInsiderNew	81,987	0	694,966,789,279,690	2024-04-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	Learn more	Health Insider	120209335176940211	healthinsider.news	NONE	image	After exploring various ways to manage stress and while also improving mental & physical health, we turned to Vagus Nerve Stimulation (VNS).	https://healthinsider.news/weve-tested-3-devices-in-6-months-which-vagus-nerve-stimulator-is-currently-1-on-the-market-reduce-stress-en	2024-04-11 02:12	https://scontent-ord5-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/434059009_665180602415416_3234914682342851163_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7Z02i_kyfcwAb6X23hP&_nc_ht=scontent-ord5-2.xx&oh=00_AfDdQAzPmzTKNRdDrNI2dGK4_7UIMbXfAHgVdazX6ZQcGQ&oe=662750CD	person_profile	Health Insider	https://scontent-ord5-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/434072733_1647097532767393_1936110446290815326_n.jpg?_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=mOaxmLU6fToAb4DZdGu&_nc_ht=scontent-ord5-2.xx&oh=00_AfCMidNCrZifKCbGuR69sB66HX44_O14tfbO0XkR2EzOIg&oe=662752C3	3	Health Insider	2024-04-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,288,691	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1288847}'	No	2024-04-18 14:46	active	553	371116765919785	Melt Her Heart💝	Imagine Daughter-In-Law's Reaction😭 Surprise her with a thoughtful gift 🎁	SHOP_NOW	https://sokofy.com/products/gift-for-daughter-in-l	2115786648658896	Sokofy	https://facebook.com/sokofyshop	15,006	23	1,623,756,941,714,187	2024-04-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	Shop now	Sokofy	6561666803656	sokofy.com	NONE	image	FAST Free Shipping	https://sokofy.com/products/gift-for-daughter-in-law	2024-04-17 22:31	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/437850625_964184861726948_8225118182081310902_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=XKC6pmJ9brsAb4IvALZ&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&oh=00_AfAQ-rBnc8tPIBfX_5cvbxAJqdwjba_k-NiHV5H6_bUtig&oe=66274E29	person_profile	Sokofy	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/437965273_3308778919426500_1605203255354135001_n.jpg?_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=rsHtBNs530IAb7Zgdx7&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfA5i38v_KEVS5E37MMBEz5LHg9QnyzInondh7_AEEH4_Q&oe=66273992	3	Sokofy	2024-04-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,288,638	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1288637}'	Yes	2024-04-18 14:46	active	553	1139922844100153	NeuroTesting Group - Expert Emg/Ncv Nerve Testing	Discover the Best Test to Diagnose Carpal Tunnel. Try EMG Today! Unlock Relief from it 🔑<br /> #carpaltunnel #EMGTesting	LIKE_PAGE	https://www.facebook.com/216574181829457	216574181829457	NeuroTesting Group - Expert Emg/Ncv Nerve Testing	https://facebook.com/NeuroTest	633	1	1,178,793,969,942,914	2024-04-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	Like Page	NeuroTesting Group - Expert Emg/Ncv Nerve Testing	120209077250980676	facebook.com	NONE	image		https://www.facebook.com/216574181829457	2024-04-18 03:26	https://scontent-ord5-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/438301540_405790112216599_8343265276913915420_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Jh6Ft8vAm40Ab4Ug8B_&_nc_ht=scontent-ord5-1.xx&oh=00_AfBwX3otSChfZ7u_LUrGEF6lrpcCqoeEl4q664WOl_7lUw&oe=66275E0B	person_profile			3	NeuroTesting Group - Expert Emg/Ncv Nerve Testing	2024-04-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,288,673	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1288762}'	Yes	2024-04-18 14:46	active	553	343421498743463	#1 vitamin at walmart for sciatic nerve pain?	"𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 (𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭?" 👇	WATCH_MORE	https://sciatiease.com/fb/bemsd2/?ad_id={{ad.id}}&	100422331945056	Health Report News	https://facebook.com/100076274320152	14,434	6	981,591,632,812,026	2024-04-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	Watch more	Health Report News	120209900000620608	sciatiease.com	NONE	video	#1 vitamin at walmart for sciatic nerve pain?	https://sciatiease.com/fb/bemsd2/?ad_id={{ad.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&campaign_name={{campaign.name}}&source={{site_source_name}}&placement={{placement}}&cpid=6a19fe51-93ac-454a-8a38-5757dd3b3bde&lpid=4555d55a-4277-48db-8aa2-c49d333c34ff	2024-04-17 13:44	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/437918652_1140543966996856_7393829278823244601_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=PDTvq9lLo2gAb56h2AX&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&oh=00_AfAhyTR8yR_OEr37amF_oWwgaozhQN5BPt3fQY-dQZothg&oe=662743E3	person_profile	Live Smart		3	Health Report News	2024-04-18 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,288,669	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1288762}'	Yes	2024-04-18 14:46	active	553	326076160157611	#1 vitamin at walmart for sciatic nerve pain?	"𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 (𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧) 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭?" 👇	WATCH_MORE	https://sciatiease.com/fb/bemsd2/?ad_id={{ad.id}}&	100422331945056	Health Report News	https://facebook.com/100076274320152	14,434	0	1,805,803,269,918,031	2024-04-18 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	Watch more	Health Report News	120209887324870608	sciatiease.com	NONE	video	#1 vitamin at walmart for sciatic nerve pain?	https://sciatiease.com/fb/bemsd2/?ad_id={{ad.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&campaign_name={{campaign.name}}&source={{site_source_name}}&placement={{placement}}&cpid=6a19fe51-93ac-454a-8a38-5757dd3b3bde&lpid=4555d55a-4277-48db-8aa2-c49d333c34ff	2024-04-17 08:29	https://scontent-den2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/437919320_306364125666193_6530130415432228053_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=OMz_Qbw0wdoAb5hwsE8&_nc_oc=Adg_uoR8b9IbvyjVj75jIEOqnF9Fr3YERLUIk0_hJaz-8mqbvXeenfqI8RtsPV-EtjM&_nc_ht=scontent-den2-1.xx&oh=00_AfB8QxVWftqA72EbNxM_lDgbnEQazi7D7RrAC9dVoFdXOA&oe=66273890	person_profile	Live Smart		3	Health Report News	2024-04-18 02:00	View Edit Delete

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