Confucius Ads Library: Ads

Id	Vlad	Saved	Scrape Time	Status	Scrape Result	Title	Body	Cta Type	Link Url	Page Name	Page Profile Uri	Page Like Count	Enddate	Cta Text	Caption	Display Format	Link Description	Link Url	Creation Time	Page Profile Picture Url	Page Entity Type	Current Page Name	Startdate	Actions
2,703,706	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643		⚠️CẢNH BÁO : LÒI TRĨ, ĐAU RÁT, CHẢY MÁU, TÁO BÓN, ĐỂ LÂU BỆNH NẶNG KHÓ CHỮA => DẪN ĐẾN HOẠI TỬ HẬU MÔN VÀ CÓ THỂ TỬ VONG DO SANG U.N.G THƯ TRỰC TRÀNG...! Đừng bỏ lỡ Bài Thuốc Quý này nếu không bạn sẽ hối hận. CHỈ 2 GÓI MỖI NGÀY , TẠM BIỆT , ĐAU RÁT, CHẢY MÁU, TÁO BÓN, LÒI TRĨ. CHỮA TẬN GỐC TỪ CĂN NGUYÊN BỆNH TRĨ. ✅An toàn, lành tính ✅Không mất thời gian, tiết kiệm chi phí ✅Không cần nội soi ✅Không cần tới viện ✅Không lo Tái Phát ✅Không cần kháng sinh 📢Xin giới thiệu Bs. Nguyễn Xuân Giao, Nguyên Trưởng Khoa Đông Y Bệnh viện Y học cổ truyền TW. ✅Hơn 30 năm chữa bệnh cứu người, Bs. Nguyễn Xuân Giao luôn ám ảnh 1 câu hỏi : "Làm sao để bà con Việt không 1 ai còn ám ảnh với #Bệnh_TRĨ?" ✅Với Cái Tâm lúc nào cũng luôn đem những điều tốt đẹp nhất muốn bà con nhân dân được khỏi bệnh, được hạnh phúc là rất vui mừng. Đã không giúp thì thôi, mà giúp thì tôi sẽ tận tâm tận huyết, mong sao mọi người có thể mau chóng Khỏi BỆNH TRĨ này! Nh𝗂ều ngườ𝗂 thờ ơ không chữa dẫn đến chuyển b𝗂ến ngày càng ngh𝗂êm trọng. Nhẹ thì #NGỨA_NGÁY_KHÓ_CHỊU . Nặng thì #Viê.m_loé.t_nhiễ.m_trùn.g , #un.g_thu_trực_tràng... Kh𝗂ến cuộc sống bất tiện, khó khăn --------------------------------------------------------- Tôi nhận hỗ trợ trị dứt đ𝖨ểm cho bà con khỏi ngay tại nhà, 1 lần là khỏe hẳn Muốn chấm dứt tình trạng này thì để lạ𝗂 #TÌNH_TRẠNG_BỆNH tạ𝗂 đây tô𝗂 sẽ chữa giúp.	MESSAGE_PAGE		Ths.Bs Nguyễn Xuân Giao	https://www.facebook.com/61572448254583/	850	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480089761_1139364164642575_7087584172953665252_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=12AQ5y8s1voQ7kNvgGIV8BQ&_nc_oc=AdjFsoppQzbDS1DV0nUzTqQenrOUK9gER0VX4EpcNuCi3utY6e-RWxuH5vl9xoE84huZ51ljDy-5NtiHj7MjlScv&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=Axkp0Nhn_enVUZrGhaJwSV-&oh=00_AYBQCX1yrPDdsa3XG5iuceEx3UcKxCkul1h7k9dLPYV-IQ&oe=67C5F14B	PERSON_PROFILE	Ths.Bs Nguyễn Xuân Giao	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,869	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702846}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Order your signed copy of our new book today!	Autographed copies of our new book, "So Gay for You" are now available to order! Full of never-before-shared glimpses into the making of our show "The L Word," our real-life loves and losses, "So Gay for You" is, at its heart, a book about a deep meaningful connection with your ride or die and the gift of finding your chosen family. Autographed copies are limited so order yours today!	ORDER_NOW	https://bit.ly/4fNlZ81	Leisha H.	https://www.facebook.com/61565530486856/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Order Now	sogaysignedbook.com	DCO		https://bit.ly/4fNlZ81	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481037498_625598043513099_5562203360363007255_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Wz_aAOA1NoYQ7kNvgEsJGb7&_nc_oc=Adjr1IDxUkejjiAOsHvAZzGT7y4y7nuvc1mwe_LR7qPkZZAuz7WWlMiM2F5l-ko41lF9RtHeHE1F8MVSpWIti7ek&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ACqXmrRn4spBSGR0bWJLJgd&oh=00_AYAw06i0m1kodsORshbPjKqN2R7v2wiveTov_4jg-h3s8Q&oe=67C5E359	PERSON_PROFILE	Leisha H.	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,233	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	CÓ SHIP NƯỚC NGOÀI	💥 HOT GIẢI PHÁP SINH CON MỚI NĂM 2025 – MANG THAI TỰ NHIÊN AN TOÀN! 💥 Bạn đã nghe nói về phương pháp mang thai tự nhiên an toàn, đang “gây bão” trong cộng đồng các gia đình hiếm muộn năm 2025? Đây là giải pháp được chuyên gia khẳng định và nhiều gia đình đã áp dụng thành công, đón bé yêu về nhà mà không cần đến các phương pháp can thiệp xâm lấn đắt đỏ! ————————————————- 🎯Bạn có đang gặp phải các vấn đề sau? ✔️ Kinh nguyệt rối loạn, chậm hay mất kinh ✔️ Buồng trứng đa nang, u nang, u xơ ✔️ Thai lưu, thai ngoài, lạc nội mạc tử cung ✔️ Niêm mạc mỏng, nội tiết không ổn định ✔️ Viêm lộ tuyến, viêm tắc vòi trứng ✔️ AMH thấp, suy buồng trứng ✔️ Tinh trùng yếu, dị dạng, xuất tinh sớm ✔️ IVF, IUI không thành công nhiều lần ✔️ Muộn con không rõ nguyên nhân ————————————————- 🎯Những áp lực từ việc muộn con có thể gây ra: - Mệt mỏi, căng thẳng tinh thần - Mối quan hệ gia đình rạn nứt - Sức khỏe tinh thần và thể chất suy giảm ————————————————- 🎯Giải pháp của chúng tôi dành cho bạn: ✅ Phác đồ cá thể hóa: Điều chỉnh liệu trình theo từng trường hợp cụ thể ✅ Hỗ trợ 1:1 từ chuyên gia: Đồng hành cùng bạn từ bước đầu đến khi có bé ✅ Không cần đến IVF/IUI đắt đỏ: Giải pháp tự nhiên, an toàn và tiết kiệm chi phí ✅ Cải thiện sức khỏe sinh sản ngay tại nhà: Dễ dàng và hiệu quả ————————————————- 👉Nhắn tin ngay [NHẮN TIN + ĐỂ LẠI TÌNH TRẠNG] để được kết nối với chuyên gia và bắt đầu hành trình đón con yêu về nhà! ☎️ HOTLINE/ZALO: 0377191681 http://zaloapp.com/qr/p/1bo83g445o2dr 🔥#ChúngTôiCamKết đồng hành cùng bạn đến khi có bé – Đừng bỏ lỡ cơ hội làm cha mẹ khi còn có thể! 😍	MESSAGE_PAGE		Tư Vấn Mang Thai Tự Nhiên	https://www.facebook.com/100079510008109/	798	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481122326_1149105796668828_3687001943849907141_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=X8cI6BXCHcgQ7kNvgFqRV-R&_nc_oc=AdhFI9gxkPjF-iyJ8sZEzj6K23HP24C4Pf4mM8YfObGuObnqn1GvkYLrbLffY0Z-5WRMN6QIBFqUuQHJ7rrChCn3&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=A-H9pMRdiJIfDGOeyCd1lpo&oh=00_AYCDAS09sX-0LsZfZIHmYKu5Yu7ONbheiFsUmF_E5j2U_A&oe=67C5DEA9	PERSON_PROFILE	Tư Vấn Mang Thai Tự Nhiên	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,376	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	🔥"Harvest Moon: Mated To My Four Stepbrothers"😍💞💕Read more👉👉	😍When I was 14, Mom found her Second Chance. I’ve gained four protective big stepbrothers! But I don’t know they are all my Mates and they know it but keep it from me because of my young age... ----------------------------- Chapter 1 Answers Finding your Mate is the best thing for a Lycan or a Werewolf, but finding her when she is not of age, yet.... Four Brothers find their Mate on the Harvest Moon. None of them mention it, she is too young. None of them know they share a Mate. How will they cope with her so close by..... What will happen when they find out the truth... *** Daniel’s P.O.V. I walk into the conference room to see everyone waiting for me, I sit down at the head of the table and take the time to look at my Sonfs before I divert my attention to the other people in the room. “The Council has asked me to pay a visit to a Pack that has requested help. Two of their neighboring Packs are at odds with one another and even though the Pack has remained neutral a few days ago a fight came within their borders.” I hear my Sons growl at my words and I see my Gamma rolling his eyes at the sounds. “No fatalities, but the Council wants me to put a stop to the quarrel. Just to make sure this doesn’t get out of hand.” I tell Brent and Gabe that they will come with me and they nod their acknowledgement of my demand. They have been with me as long as I have been alive, growing up together as their Fathers were my Father’s Beta and Gamma. I leave my Sons in charge during my absence and no one doubts my decision, everyone knows that my Sons can handle the Pack. They have done so for years and it makes it a little easier to travel at request of the Council. Traveling around also means I might be able to find a second chance Mate, something I had not wanted for a long time after losing my first Mate. From the moment we met I had known that we would not have forever. “Dad, where did you go?” Justin asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I look up and see that it is just the five of us, I know exactly why Brent and Gabe left as I had requested them to do so before the meeting. “The four of you have asked me the same two questions over the years and I was never ready to give an answer to those particular questions. Both questions are linked when it comes to answering them. After we lost your Mother we didn’t want a second chance and for that reason we stayed in the Pack’s territory, knowing that we wouldn’t find her here. This changed about five years ago, when I saw an old friend of mine again. He had also lost his first Mate and like me he didn’t want a second chance Mate, but he found her when she accidentally walked on to his territory. He showed me what I was missing in my life, especially if I decide to step down as Alpha. Joshua and I decided after that day that we would start looking for her and let the four of you take more responsibilities when it comes to the Pack. That is the main reason for me to help out the Council if they ask for my help.” I look at my Sons and they all have smiles on their faces, happy that I finally came to my senses. “What is the other question, Dad?” Jayce asks and I know this will be a harder one to answer. “When I met your Mother, the first thing she said to me was “I don’t know how much time we have together” and for a moment I didn’t know what to say to her. I had just met her and she was already talking about leaving me. Your Mother was born with a heart defect and not a single Doctor was able to help her. Every day she lived was a day on borrowed time and your Grandparents were happy with every day they could spend with her.” I let my Sons think about that for a moment before I continue with my story “Your Grandparents were so grateful that she found her Mate and for a few hours we hoped that with us marking each other her problems were solved. But it didn’t turn out that way and your Mother told me to reject her as she was afraid she couldn’t make me happy. Joshua and I told her that she was our Mate until the day she would die and that we would count our blessings for every day we had together. When she found out she was pregnant with you, Jayce, she panicked and for a few moments I was afraid I would lose her right then and there. It happened with every pregnancy and every time she made it through the pregnancy. Only for her to worry every single day that she wouldn’t be able to see all of you grow up, but she did manage to see you all grow up. The only thing she regretted in the end was that she would never meet your Mates or your children. She wanted you to know one thing, thou. She wouldn’t change anything even if it meant she could have spent more time with me. She loved each of you so much and I know she would be proud of the men the four of you have become.” I look at my Sons with tears in my eyes and even though they are all grown up I hear them sobbing. I hug my Sons one by one and I know they will cherish their Mates even more, when they finally find them. Jason helps me pack a suitcase for my visit and when he puts in some regular clothes I look at him questioningly. “Just in case, Dad.” He says as he looks at me with a huge grin on his face. My Sons are all very different in character and I hope they will find the women that will balance them, just as their Mother had been my balance. “Dad, I really hope that you will find her.” Jason whispers as he puts his hand on my shoulder. We are able to find our Mate after we turn eighteen, but only during the Harvest Moon and that is only once a year. Unlike my Sons I don’t have to wait for the Harvest Moon, I will be able to find my Mate on every day of the week. That is the benefit of having lost your first Mate, not that I like that I lost my first Mate. My second chance Mate will be able to find me, even if I am her first Mate. The Council is still trying to figure out why it works this way, but so far they have been unable to find the answers. Jax pulls me from my thoughts as he asks me when I will be leaving. “In the morning, so I can at least get a good night sleep. I just hope it won’t take me too long to resolve this. I want to be home for the Harvest Moon festival. Who knows, maybe you guys get lucky this year.” I answer him. My Sons all roll their eyes at me and I know that they doubt finding her any time soon. Gabe and Brent chuckle, because they know why my Sons are not fans of the festival and truth be told I can’t blame them. Gabe and Brent haven’t found their Mate either, but they seem content with things the way they are. They have been traveling around during the Harvest Moon for two reasons. For one to find their Mate and for the second, they want to know which Packs are not against same gender relationships. Yeah, both my Beta and Gamma are gay and I couldn't care less about it, they are my friends. So, every year they each pick a Pack to travel to and if it is a good Pack, the other will travel there the year after. So far there have been a handful of Packs that don’t like same gender Mates, but for the most part they have been welcomed with open arms. Because we are going away on Council business, they decided to spend this year at home and travel to the Packs they chose next year. They said they didn’t mind waiting another year. Chapter 2 The Lycan Alpha Hunter’s P.O.V. Mom told me to come straight home from school and I know why she is so adamant about it. Our neighbors to the west and south of our territory are at odds with one another. With school positioned near both borders, she is afraid something might happen to me. It has been going on for weeks now and no one knows how or when this will end. Our Alpha has remained neutral during it all, but two weeks ago their fighting had crossed our borders. Luckily no one got killed and only two Warriors had gotten injured , but it had been the reason for our Alpha to contact the Council. Tomorrow, the Alpha of the largest Lycan Pack would be arriving and we all hoped that he would be able to put a stop to this argument between those Packs. “Mom, I’m home.” I shout as I open the door of our cottage. I hear noises coming from the kitchen and a smile crosses my face, because that means Mom is making preparations for dinner. “Hello, Pumpkin. How was school?” She asks as she looks over her shoulder. After I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, I kiss her on the cheek and sit down at the kitchen island. I tell her how my day went and I ask her about her day. As the Pack-Doctor she is always busy and I enjoy the time we get to spend together. She tells me about the new Pack-members our Alpha had welcomed in about a month ago and one of them is also a Doctor. We both know that it means more time for us to spend together and I hope it means we can do some traveling. Maybe Mom will be able to find her Mate, she deserves to be happy and I know her Mate will take care of that for her. I never knew my Father, he died before I was born and from the stories I heard he was a rogue. Mom had met him after she had turned eighteen and he had tricked her. She had never met a Lycan in her life and she had believed every word he told her. He had told her that she wouldn’t feel the bond the way Werewolves do, because he was a Lycan. He told her that his Lycan knew that she was his Mate and that she would feel tingles, but not the pull as between Werewolves. What Mom had not known was that he had spiked her drink and the drugs had made her feel the tingles. When she woke in the morning, they had been mated and marked and that is when she found out that he had tricked her. The Council had been hunting my Father, because my Mother was not his first victim. Her Alpha had banished her from the Pack, her parents had disowned her and the Council had found her a new Pack that took her in. A few weeks after the Council put my Father to death, she found out she was pregnant. She never regretted having me and I know that she loves me whole heartedly. We both just hope that her Mate will understand, if she ever finds him. “Mom, did you hear about the Alpha that is coming here?” I ask her and she nods her head, but she says nothing. I can feel that she is not at ease, that she is anxious about meeting a Lycan again. I get off my seat, walk over to her and hug her as I say, “It will be fine, Mom.” During dinner we talk about traveling, about my education and about Mates. We talk about everything we can think of and soon we realize that it is near midnight. It is a good thing tomorrow is a Saturday or Mom would be flipping out. Aspen’s P.O.V. I almost cut myself, when Hunter asked me about the Lycans that will be staying here for the next few days. When I was informed that the Council was sending an Alpha to help solve the trouble, I was grateful for the help they were sending. That was until I had looked at my Alpha and I knew I wouldn’t like the rest of his story. When he told me that the Alpha of the largest Lycan Pack would be coming, I almost ran from the room. Alpha Malcolm knows my history with Lycans and he felt obligated to inform me personally. He asked me to be present when the Lycans arrived and for a moment I had wanted to scream, but I had just nodded my head. Right now I want to run for the woods as two black SUV's are approaching the Pack-house. Malcolm puts his hand on my lower back and whispers “You will be fine, Aspen. We have your back.” I look at Malcolm as the doors of the SUV’s open and suddenly I hear a vicious growl, while I smell the most enticing scent ever. My head snaps towards the cars and I know that I have just found my Mate. Even though Malcolm knows what is going on, he steps in front of me and so do his Beta and Gamma. My Mate growls even louder and I start to fear for my Alpha and his men. “You might want to calm down a bit, Bad Boy.” I hear Hunter say and I see that she is standing in front of my Mate. He looks at her and my heart rate is picking up its pace. “Your kind has caused her enough pain, so back off.” Hunter growls, I have never seen my Daughter act like this and I fear of what he might do to her. To everyone’s surprise he puts his hands up and takes a step back. “I would like to talk to my Mate, if you don’t mind.” He says as he is looking at me and I hear Hunter whisper “Mom.” I hear my Mate growl and I see the disappointment in his eyes. But Hunter wouldn’t be Hunter if she didn’t see it as well. “Alpha Daniel, you might want to listen to my Mother’s story before you judge her.” Despite being scared I smile at my Daughter’s words, I ask Alpha Malcolm if we can use his office and he just nods his head. “Hunter, you might as well join us. If you don’t mind, Alpha Daniel?” He follows us as we walk into the Pack-house and Hunter grabs my hand to calm my nerves down. My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty and my hands are shaking as I open the door to the office. Hunter slumps down in an armchair as I make my way over to the window, once I know that the door is closed and once my Mate has taken a seat I start telling him my story. As I am talking I can feel him getting up and walking closer, I feel more anxious the closer he gets and I start to lose track of where I am in telling him the truth. The moment he touches me, I stop talking and Hunter finishes my story. “I am sorry.” I whisper. I fear that he will reject me and I can’t blame him if he does. “You were not at fault. He was and he paid the price for it. I am sorry that he fooled you and what your Family did to you. I promise that I will take care of you and your Daughter. I will not turn my back on you, you are my Mate and I will never let you go.” He says as he pulls me in to his arms. I lean my head against his shoulder and release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. He starts to nuzzle my neck and a moan escapes my lips. “Okay, that is my cue to get out of here.” Hunter says as she jumps up and heads for the door. My Mate chuckles as I turn beet-red, because for a moment I forgot that she was in the room with us. Chapter 3 Beating the Gamma Daniel’s P.O.V. The moment I open the door, I smell the most delectable smell I have ever smelled and I know that I have found my second chance. Seeing another man touching what is mine, makes me growl. When I see the three men stepping in front of my Mate, my Lycan really loses his temper and growls even louder. When I hear the young girl speak, I wonder why she is talking so disrespectfully at an Alpha. Until I hear the girl speak again, that is when I know something else happened to my Mate and I really go ballistic. My Lycan loses it when we hear the girl refer to our Mate as Mom, because I realize that my Mate either didn’t wait for me or I am her second chance as well. As Mother and Daughter explain their history, I have to restrain my Lycan from pushing forward. I want my Mate to know that I accept her, no matter what. My Mate turns beet-red at Hunter’s words and I know that she will be a handful. “Alpha, what about the girl?” One of my men links me and I link Gabe to keep an eye on her. “I am at a disadvantage here. You know my name, thanks to your Daughter, but I don’t know yours.” I say as I turn her around. “My name is Aspen.” She says and I can drown in her beautiful deep-brown eyes. I pull her closer against my body, and that is when someone clears their throat. “Sorry to interrupt, Alpha. The girl is not too happy with Gabe watching her.” Brent says and I hear my Mate giggle. Ugh, I love that sound and I will make sure I hear it again and again. “You think that is funny, Beautiful?” I ask her and with a smile on her face she looks up at me, nodding her head. “This is Brent, my Beta. Gabe is my Gamma and he will keep an eye on her, whether she likes it or not.” I say and my Mate bursts out laughing. “I wish him luck.” She says as she is still laughing and Brent and I both stare at Aspen. “Hunter is fourteen and as stubborn and strong-headed as can be. Alpha Malcolm started her training when she was eleven and she out does his best Warriors.” “Alpha, you better get out here.” A Warrior links me and I guess we are going to find out if this has anything to do with Hunter. I grab Aspen’s hand and walk out of the Pack-house. I don’t know if I should be furious or that I should laugh my head off and I opt for the latter as I see Gabe face down with Hunter’s boot in his neck. Aspen and Brent join me as Gabe is still trying to get from under her foot. “Hunter, can you please release my Gamma?” I ask her out of breath. She looks at me and says “This is your Gamma? Maybe you should replace him if he can’t handle a fourteen year old.” Gabe is gawking as the words sink in. She steps away from Gabe and offers him her hand, but Gabe is too busy staring at her. She shrugs her shoulders and walks away, yelling over her shoulder “See you later, Mom.” Gabe finally comes to his senses and gets to his feet, still staring after Hunter. “Alpha, who is that girl?” He asks and I introduce him to Aspen. “I will explain their story later, but Hunter is Aspen’s Daughter.” I see a dumbfounded look on his face and am surprised by his remark “But you’re a Werewolf.” She nods her head, but she doesn’t say anything else. “How old was she?” Is all I ask because I know that Aspen will understand my question. Aspen looks up at me and says, “She was eleven and I am glad that I read up on Lycan shifting or I wouldn’t have known what to do.” My men gasp, because it is very unusual for a Lycan to come out at such a young age. I ask her about Hunter’s training and it turns out that Alpha Malcolm had done some reading up on that topic. Alpha Malcolm lets us know that our rooms are ready, but I already know that I will not be sleeping alone tonight. The only question is where will I be sleeping tonight. “Sorry, but duty calls.” Aspen says. “I am needed at the infirmary and I think you are needed at the south border.” I look at Malcolm and he nods his head. “Fine, but one of my men will be staying with you.” I say and she can tell that I won’t budge on that topic. She shrugs her shoulders and walks off after she gives me a kiss on my cheek. I send Victor with her and he follows her quickly. Victor links me that everything is under control at the infirmary, so Aspen is going home. Knowing that I will be occupied for a while longer, I tell him to go with her. Almost two hours later, things have settled at the south border and I can’t wait to see my Mate. I ask Malcolm on which floor of the Pack-house Aspen lives and he tells me that they live in a cottage, not far from the school. So, I ask if he can show me where Aspen lives as we are on our way to the Pack-house and he points behind us. “Down that dirt-road.” Is all I get out of him. I turn on my heels and quickly find the road he mentioned. I can smell her and my Lycan is going frantic, he wants me to hurry up. I start to walk faster, because like my Lycan I want to be with my Mate. At the front-door I hesitate, but then I open it and shout “Honey, I’m home.” I walk into the kitchen, just in time to see Hunter spitting out whatever she had in her mouth and she almost falls of her chair from laughter. Luckily, I am fast enough to catch her and as I put her back on the chair I say “Take it easy, girl. You could have hurt yourself.” I see tears forming in her eyes and I pull her into my arms, telling her that I am sorry if I startled her. She shakes her head against my chest and I pull back to look at her. “You didn’t startle me; it is just that it has always just been me and Mom. No one else that cared for me, no one else that was there to catch me if I needed it.” “Hunter, I will always catch you. I will always be there if you need me, don’t ever doubt that.” And I know that I have to tell them about my history. “I was once lucky enough to find my fated Mate, but I lost her many years ago. She left me behind with four grown Sons, when she died. After decades of being alone, I started hoping that I would find a second chance and with your Mother I did. We all have a past, whether it is years old or decades old.” Aspen has put her arm around my waist and Hunter has put her hand against my cheek. For the first time since I lost my first Mate, I feel whole again and I tell them both that. Hunter’s P.O.V. Daniel tells about his first Mate and his Sons during dinner and I can’t wait to meet them. No longer an only child and Daniel’s jaw drops when I say those words out loud. “Well, you’re stuck with me now, Dad.” I say teasingly and he reaches over the table to mess up my hair. Mom laughs at our antics and I don’t think I have ever seen her this happy. 👉Due to the word limit, it can only be updated here Install the APP to search for the book title "Harvest Moon: Mated To My Four Stepbrothers" Read more exciting content immediately	LEARN_MORE	https://page.joyreadings.com/h5-book-share-custom4	The novel	https://www.facebook.com/100085523883301/	20,904	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	page.joyreadings.com	IMAGE		https://page.joyreadings.com/h5-book-share-custom4.html?lang=en&id=4062&brand=2&app=0&ppid=5992&pid=FBW2A&utm_source=FBW2A&utm_medium={{placement}}&utm_campaign={{campaign.id}}&utm_term={{adset.id}}&utm_content={{ad.id}}&pixel_id=816574679413893&ori_campaign_id=120215888955370559&ori_adset_id=120217220620820559&ori_ad_id=120217220626620559	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481159390_619212800748219_8521052941000412613_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=PcalXqfGkJEQ7kNvgEd2Dj5&_nc_oc=AdhACvxmgH1lkvHtInNOakSQ4MxD070kzv7vdE0PG-uJoNUwhuLqZwnuA7SANpGmHLdjjvAu_Y9xqOtm0Hhqo7q8&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=A74k5lL3h7odTZ2ZQwn5ANJ&oh=00_AYAAUZSlKwjAPBC75RVj3UNLV880U4EL9NvU7McH_aIaXw&oe=67C5CDD4	PERSON_PROFILE	The novel	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,315	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643		Are you struggling with romantic relationships? Sometimes gay men face unique relationship challenges such as limiting beliefs of feeling unworthy, unloveable, internalized homophobia, toxic shame, scarcity mindset and fear of rejection. #lgbtqtherapist #gaymen #therapy #mentalhealth #gaylove #gaymaletherapistsofinstagram #lgbtqtherapy #love #gayrelationships	INSTAGRAM_MESSAGE	http://instagram.com/gaytherapistla	David Strah, Psychotherapy	https://www.facebook.com/davidmichaelstrah/	279	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message	instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/gaytherapistla	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481074861_1163988878566499_7627738197469991984_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Nq84Yf713O8Q7kNvgGOzk5k&_nc_oc=Adguj99AyQvEQ0gvgq1g1exnOLpad1YDjabQnqkzQRp6MEtb-wUjc4kchoiiERfeTXPYW6fLFlQmsqgPHhpIiDsF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=AWtvIsuT1FMYcg08y3Bd-tp&oh=00_AYB85hwZ6OrOWSv2qT_K64qh4hCw50rD7VPDfCo3Y6G4dg&oe=67C5ED0B	PERSON_PROFILE	David Strah, Psychotherapy	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,218	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	KHÔNG HIỆU QUẢ HOÀN TIỀN GẤP ĐÔI	👨‍⚕️Trẻ Hóa TOÀN DIỆN - Khắc phục mọi tình trạng LÃO HÓA - CHẢY SỆ - RẢNH CƯỜI SÂU => sau 60 phút MẶT BABY - trẻ hơn CHỤC TUỔI 😍 👉 Phương Pháp trẻ hóa toàn diện bằng công nghệ THẮT CƠ NỘI SOI chính tay bác sĩ Minh - chuyên khoa thẩm mỹ hơn 15 năm kinh nghiệm thực hiện. 💥CAM KẾT: ☄️ Không cần phẫu thuật - chỉ 60 phút ĐẸP NGAY, TRẺ NGAY sau khi làm ☄️ Không sưng, không đau, không nghỉ dưỡng ☄️ BẢO HÀNH 5 NĂM - Trẻ lâu, đẹp bền. Bác sĩ Minh nhận mọi ca trẻ hóa khuôn mặt cho chị em TOÀN DIỆN ✅ Xóa Má hóp, Xóa Rảnh Cười Sâu ✅Xóa nếp nhăn, vết chân chim, da chùng chảy xệ ✅Cải thiện nọng cằm, lấy lại khuôn mặt Vline - săn chắc 🛑 KHÔNG HIỆU QUẢ - KHÔNG TRẺ ĐẸP - HOÀN TIỀN GẤP ĐÔI KÝ CAM KẾT BẰNG VĂN BẢN 👉 Hiện bác Minh đang có ưu đãi khủng trợ giá đến 75% cho cho 30 chị em đang ký sớm nhất! => Inbox hoặc để lại phương thức liên hệ để nhận ưu đãi và được bác sĩ tư vấn trực tiếp. 🏥Địa chỉ Phòng Khám Bác Sĩ Minh: Quận 10. Thành phố Hồ Chí Minh.	MESSAGE_PAGE		BS Minh - Viện trẻ hoá quốc tế HCM	https://www.facebook.com/61569370380583/	32	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481124273_1360159048318110_2763869734892529953_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=HvzCe1GxK2oQ7kNvgFLQTKB&_nc_oc=AdhylhxdpYjjYdTO9QDINgilOE4WwUHrdx_r3-chG6asyfsrvdEYdlPHIRQGzxuZ4HJ3NnC28ikBl56KfaDnkapR&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=A86jqrZBIbB2o42TUl076VJ&oh=00_AYB3_bcXVtFnjWJvH2mdSo1bTTIp0JMsWYJA2n304oZZtw&oe=67C5E80E	PERSON_PROFILE	BS Minh - Viện trẻ hoá quốc tế HCM	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,031	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703030}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	¡Se confirman las acusaciones de Alejandro Fernández! ¡Por fin se revela el secreto del famoso artista!	¡El trágico final de Alejandro Fernández! La noticia de esta mañana conmocionó a todo Estados Unidos.	LEARN_MORE	https://drivepedia.com/trending/alejandro-fernande	Sunny Sky	https://www.facebook.com/61550710813999/	18	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	drivepedia.com	DCO	Todos los detalles en esta nota	https://drivepedia.com/trending/alejandro-fernandez-story-spt-syn/?utm_source=Facebook&utm_campaign=Alejandro%20Fernandez%20Story%20SPT%20%7C%20Svyat%20Dynamic%20bdgb35t35%20B2B%201232%20ADT%20b621%20-%20Mobile%20WW%20FB%20ADT&network_code=ADT&utm_term=content&v=1	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480993709_1182713253394965_3161491125605709350_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UBw6L9hK0jUQ7kNvgF8MkKs&_nc_oc=Adhv3QBqmRoCMBqeuYjem5fjvMlhSSxLSuvHBdNvKVPMj-d85y0LJbd55CR-1-Heh2K13VRkk4zKjBnfDl2TpAjy&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=An0gQg68rteTwzBMGqBMUUj&oh=00_AYBl68ClBg6MyjeLydlUXpDHf3H28H9A3wXARoRVzY_r6w&oe=67C5F65E	PERSON_PROFILE	Sunny Sky	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,526	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703464}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"That's it, baby, open those legs wider for Daddy." How did she soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend get a key into her apartment and why was he even so brazenly bold to have a lover there? "Harder, Arlo. Give it all to me. I want to come on your manhood in her bed on her favorite duvet." Hazel. Her best friend since college. Ten years of being friends. She'd stood by Hazel when her parents died seven years ago. Now her best friend was having intercourse with her boyfriend and crowing about doing it in her bed on her favorite duvet. "Oh, don't stop on my account. Please finish. I'll drink my wine and then we can chat when you're done." "Grier, it's not what it looks like." She started to plead, her eyes welling up with tears. "Save the crocodile tears, Hazel. I don't know what I've done to you to warrant you wanting my boyfriend," she held a finger up, "sorry, ex-boyfriend, to fk you in my bed. ___________ Walking into her condo, kicking her shoes off in exhaustion, Grier wondered if her day could have gone any worse. This time of year, the word scrooge was tossed around frequently but she was certain if anyone was getting visited by three ghosts come Christmas, it was going to be him. Nick Santos, her boss. In five years, the man she knew could easily win any of the sexiest eligible bachelor titles on the planet, based purely on looks, routinely caused her to rethink her sexuality. In those moments where she found herself ogling him, he would inevitably do something so horribly rude her lady parts could dry up like she was stranded in the Sahara. Today was no exception. Her cranky boss grew irritated when they'd entered one of the production plants and holiday music was playing overhead. He'd given a tersely worded comment to the manager telling him to be respectful not everyone in the company celebrates Christmas and they might also find the holiday painful, especially when layoffs were happening. Then he laid off three people in management because he found out they were in a love triangle, but all three men had wives at home. Video of them having a blowout argument over which man the senior manager loved most had made it to Nick's desk. Just over two weeks to Christmas and he ditched three of his management team for cheating on their wives with each other. It wasn't this which bothered her though. It was the fact he made sure to out the three men to their wives as gay and sent them the video clip of the fight. Anonymously of course. She could say nothing since she herself was in an ironclad NDA. Then without further ado, he'd marched back to the car, advised they were returning to New York, and he didn't speak another word until they landed back at JFK. When he'd had his driver drop her off, his only words were "seven a.m. Monday." She meandered to the fridge and was about to pull it open to grab the rest of the bottle of merlot she knew was in there when a sound from deep in her apartment caught her ear. The only person who had a key to her apartment was her best friend, Hazel. Grier hadn't even given her boyfriend Arlo a key since they'd only been dating six months, and the term boyfriend was a stretch. Her working hours were not conducive to tons of free time, but Arlo so far didn't seem to mind. However, Hazel knew she was supposed to be away on a business trip with Nick Scrooge Santos and she wasn't due back until tomorrow. "That's it, baby, open those legs wider for Daddy." A man's all too familiar voice tormented her from down the short corridor. Daddy? "It's so hot how hot you look taking my shaft." How did she soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend get a key into her apartment and why was he even so brazenly bold to have a lover there? The answer made her stumble over feet. "Keep f*g me, Arlo. Give it all to me. I want to come on your ck in her bed on her favorite duvet. I love this duvet so much! Let's make memories on it. Make me come on it." Hazel. Her best friend since college. Ten years of being friends. She'd stood by Hazel when her parents died seven years ago. She'd held her hand through every single one of her catastrophic relationships with the douchebags Hazel was drawn to. Now her best friend was f***g her boyfriend and crowing about doing it in her bed on her favorite duvet. She frowned angrily. She really liked her Christmas duvet. It was decorated with holly and ivy and snowflakes. Hazel. Why did she have to ruin the duvet? Gripping the edge of the doorframe and then Hazel's next words had her moving back to the kitchen. "fk me Arlo." Arlo who on the two very recent occasions they had intercourse, insisted on a rubber, was now in her bed, f***g her best friend, bareback. Retreating to the kitchen, she grabbed the bottle of wine, glad the bh down the hall hadn't stolen it as well. She poured herself a glass and then wandered back down the hall. This time she didn't pause in the hall. She leaned in the doorway, clearing her throat loudly and then took a long sip of her wine and waited for the sound to register. When Arlo heard her voice, his hips stuttered and then Hazel gave a scream to kick him off, her heel connecting with Arlo's still hard dk. Arlo dropped to the floor like a sack of feed. A glimmer of a smile at his pain flashed on her lips. "Oh, don't stop on my account. Please finish. I'll drink my wine and then we can chat when you're done." "What are you doing here?" Hazel's voice shrieked in surprise. "Here? You mean here in my condo? Mine. The place I bought with my money, Hazel? Are you really questioning why I'm here." "Grier, it's not what it looks like." She started to plead, her eyes welling up with tears. "Save the crocodile tears, Hazel. I don't know what I've done to you to warrant you wanting my boyfriend," she held a finger up, "sorry, ex-boyfriend, to fk you in my bed and to do it without protection, as you just encouraged him to do, but you don't get to cry over it." "Grier," Hazel was scrambling for a shirt to put on, her face a shade of puce at being caught. Arlo was rolling on the floor whining with his hands around his junk, "I think my shaft is broken." "Good," Grier tipped her wine glass in his direction, "serves you right for f***g my best friend," again she held her finger up, "ex-best friend, in my bed. I do need to ask why my bed? You couldn't simply sneak around like normal prick?" "Grier?" a man's voice calling from down the hall caught their ears. "You forgot your laptop bag." As if this couldn't get worse. She sighed not wanting to leave these two alone in her room. "Down here, Nick." She called and saw his face poke into the hall, "come, join the party." His face, usually stoic became incredibly hard and his lips flattened. "What party? I don't do parties." "The one where my ex-best friend of over ten years is getting plowed by my ex-boyfriend of six months. He thinks his shaft is broken." "Did you break it?" Nick asked as he casually strolled down the hall with the laptop bag in his fingertips. "No." She sipped her wine. "Regrettably." Grier fought a snicker when Nick tilted his head to one side at the man who was holding his shaft aloft studying it. "It does appear to have a rather deep bend in it. It's not very big, is it?" Nick commented dryly. "It's average and what he does with it is average as well, but I chalked it up to beginner's nerves since we only sx twice." Grier toed a pair of briefs from the floor on the tip of her Louboutin's and kicked them at Arlo. "Put them on and go get your shaft checked out." "Mr. Santos," Hazel was kneeling on the floor now desperate to find her pants and she was eyeballing Nick like he was her messiah. "Do we know each other?" "I interviewed with you the same day Grier did, and you gave her the job." "We interviewed twenty-six people the day Grier came in. You expect me to remember the twenty-five I didn't hire?" "We had a connection." He pulled his head back in revulsion before shaking it emphatically no. His face held the appearance of a man on the verge of vomiting. "Do not puke here," Grier held a finger at him before slowly turning her head to Hazel. "Is that what this is about? You're still pissed off after all this time I got this job, and you didn't? You're holding a grudge?" "I could have made him fall in love with me and you stole my chance. You knew I crushed on him and –" she paused as she realized the man she was confessing about was standing right there. "I've loved you for so long Nick Santos. We would be great together." She turned to Grier again, "you could have declined the job so I could get it and be with him!" "I was invited to the interview, Hazel. Invited. You applied for it, but I was invited by his prior administrative assistant." "On a fluke! It was a fluke because you helped her with her stupid coffee and pastries order and carried them to her car." "While you and three others stood there watching her struggle! Even though there were so many interviewees I was the one selected and you weren't. Besides, I've told you a thousand times, he's a prick to work for." She turned her head to face him, "sorry but you are." "Noted." Nick let the insult roll of his back like water off a duck. "I think I need to go to the emergency room," Arlo was slowly rising from his kneeling position. "I don't care. What you do need to do is get out of my condo. Both of you." "Grier, can we talk, please?" Hazel whimpered. "I have nobody else. I'm sorry." "You f**d my boyfriend. I told you last weekend about how I thought maybe I was catching feelings for him, which led me to sleep with him Saturday night and Sunday morning and you fd him in my bed while I was away." "You were away with Nick." "It's Mr. Santos to you." Nick sneered at Hazel. "And she was at work. We weren't having intercourse." He gave Grier a look, "this is the kind of company you keep?" "Not anymore. Hazel, you need to get out. Leave my key on the counter." "You can't just –" "Just what?" she finally raised her voice an ounce. "Cut you out of my life? Watch me. You brought someone I told you I cared about into my place and had intercourse with him. God only knows how long this has been going on." "How long has it been going on?" Nick asked Arlo who was slowly stepping into his trousers, his face contorted with pain. Grier was starting to believe maybe his shaft really was broken. He was moving quite slowly. "Almost a month." "How many times did you have intercourse with Hazel," he sneered the name, "in Grier's bed." "This was the first time in this bed. Hazel wanted to borrow a pair of shoes for our date, so we came in to get them and –" "Date? You were taking her on a date?" Grier growled, "Jesus Christ, you were taking her on a date, and you thought in your infinite wisdom, to borrow my belongings to do so and then got distracted by having intercourse in my bed!" "Grier" Nick motioned to the wine glass, "have another sip." He texted on his phone, his jaw tense. She downed the glass and grumbled, "I just want them out of here." "I'm working on it. Barrett is on his way with his team." "Who is Barrett?" Arlo asked as he tried to get his shoes on. "This feels far too civilized considering I came in and caught you having intercourse in my bed. Can you please hurry up and get out?" "Agreed," Nick nodded. "Mr. Santos?" a voice called from down the hall. "Down here, Barrett. Miss Bush came home to find trespassers in her apartment. Remove them. I believe the man may need medical attention but do not offer it to him. He can find his own way." "Yes sir." Grier in five years had never figured out whether Barrett was his first or last name, but the man was massive yet with the finesse of a serpent, he squeezed between Grier and Nick and motioned for two men with him. "I've got him. You get the girl. I hate carrying the girls. They do that," he motioned to where Hazel started to thrash and kick violently as she was dragged from the room. "Make her leave the key to Miss Bush's condo, please." Nick called out as the couple were escorted out. Hazel's pleas for Grier to just listen slid along Grier's spine like nails on a chalkboard. When finally, there was silence again in the condo she looked at the bed and sighed, "I really liked that duvet cover and now I'm going to have to burn it." Huffing frustratedly she considered all the ways she could fix the pretty cover and none of them were ever going to work. She looked at her boss who was still there and motioned to the laptop bag he still held onto. "You can set it on the floor there. I apologize for making you bring it up." "I wanted you to have it in case I needed you over the weekend." "You told me when I booked the flights back I could have the entire weekend since we were coming back early." "A billion dollar company doesn't run itself, Grier. If I work, you work." Rubbing her head with frustration she returned her attention back to the task at hand. "Fine but I want it noted, if you make me work this weekend, I'll probably be unable to talk you down off ledges you climb up. In my current frame of mind, I might let you fire everyone." She suddenly had a new appreciation for the video he sent to the wives. "Also, I take back my anger over the videos. They have the right to know." Nick Santos watched his unflappable administrative assistant and quirked an eyebrow. This was not the way he would have expected any woman to behave upon coming home to such a scene. "Different insight now?" he queried poking his tongue in his cheek to keep from laughing. "Yes. I hope they all get revenge on their cheating asses." "Is it what you want to do? Revenge?" He studied her as she tugged the bed, careful not to touch where she obviously felt her friend was getting fd and then balled the blanket onto the floor. "I don't know. This isn't my first rodeo with cheating boyfriends, but I didn't expect it to be with her. I do everything for her. I considered her a second sister." She stared down at the bed and then gave a loud sigh, "it can't be fixed, can it?" "Will you be alright?" "Yeah. She didn't drink my wine, so I'll finish the bottle and then sleep in my guest room. Tomorrow I'll go buy a new mattress and bedding but I really liked this one. It's my Christmas themed one." She kicked it with her toe before moving to take off the pillow shams as well and tossed them on the pile. "I bought it in this cute little shop back home." "Back home?" "Coldreach, Colorado." "Is it where you're going for your holidays over Christmas? You leave Tuesday, correct?" He was still annoyed she was taking the full time off. In his family vacation time, especially this time of year, was never on the agenda. Yet for the last five years she always left a week before Christmas and came back the first working day after New Years Day. This year she was taking sixteen full days because HR told her she needed to use the rest of her days up despite the fact it was him who'd cancelled two of her vacations earlier in the year. "Yes." She gave a not-so-ladylike snort, "and to think my mother was begging me to bring Arlo with me. First guy I've dated seriously in forever and she was so excited to meet him even though I told her a million times it wasn't time yet. Took me six months to relax enough around him to sleep with him and then I come home to this five days later. I should have trusted my gut. I hope his shaft really is broken. Is it wrong to wish a lifetime of shaft pain to a man?" She sat on the edge of her bed and looked at the wine glass she'd set on the nightstand. "Maybe I'll wait until I get home and see if any of the ladies from mom's quilting guild have a Christmas cover, they've made and haven't sold yet. I really liked this duvet cover!" "You seem more perturbed over the loss of the duvet than the boyfriend." He did truly find her reaction to this whole thing confusing. Shouldn't she be wailing and crying and throwing things? He knew for a fact if it was one of his sisters going through this, there would be things flying off the shelves and people would be harmed far more than a broken shaft. "Hazel says my heart was broken so badly by my high school boyfriend that it's irreparable and every man I date I hold at arm's length because I'm scared to be hurt. She calls me Ice Queen Elsa as a joke. She's probably right but I have a tough time trusting people and now I know why! I dated him for six months. We've been on maybe ten or eleven dates in this time, and I told her Saturday I thought maybe my frozen heart was starting to thaw a bit. We booked a date Saturday night, and she helped me get ready and told me to stop holding back and to give in. She sat right here," she waved to her bed, "on Sunday afternoon and made me dish to her about how it all went." Suddenly the emotion of her friend's betrayal hit her, "to find out she already knew what he was like in bed because she was banging him before me," she wiped a single tear off her cheek. "Her betrayal hurts way more than his. How could she do this to me?" "Jealousy? She wants me and you work for me. It's what she said." It ran along his skin like an army of cockroaches. "She might be slightly obsessed with you." Grier grimaced. "It doesn't matter how much truth I tell her about you, she reads a lot of those romance novels with the gruff CEO and the naïve receptionist. Except she's not naïve." "What was her st about you stealing her job?" He wanted to change the subject. It was making him itchy. "She'd applied for the job as your admin assistant the day it was posted. She works at the front desk of the lobby of the building she has a degree in office management. I was working as Mr. Pink's admin assistant in the finance department and was content so didn't apply. Your outgoing admin assistant was coming through the door with far too many things for one woman to carry," she shot him an annoyed look and he was in no doubt he'd done it to her as well many times in the last several years, "and I helped her. We got to talking and she insisted I add my name to the pool. I didn't. She found out I hadn't, and she added it. She felt I would be a better fit than any other candidates because she and I were similar in personality." "I would have hired you on the spot but because of HR we were forced to go through the remaining ten interviews. It was torture. I knew what I wanted but because of HR policy everyone needed to have their fair shot just in case there was someone better. There wasn't." He paused, "so Hazel works at the front desk?" He truly didn't recall ever seeing her there, not as if he usually studied his receptionists. "Yes." "She truly wants to f**k me?" He was completed insulted by the notion. Who did the girl think she was? "Does it bother you?" "You do see how much lip filler she has, right? As her friend, did you not tell her the bee sting look shouldn't mean her lips look ready to explode. I wouldn't let her near my shaft in case her lips exploded and then I'd have a lawsuit on my hands. Also, her hair. Did you see her hair? I bet when you take a fistful it crunches. Why is her hair so blonde when I bet her roots are the color of my shoes." "Geez, tell me how you really feel." "I also," he moved to stand in front of her, "have no use for any woman who would betray her own friend like this. I don't care what her excuse is, if you take her back as your friend, I'll fire you so fast your head will spin, and I'll gladly pay for the wrongful dismissal." He meant it. He wouldn't tolerate having a doormat as his assistant. She needed to be strong and letting leaches suck you dry was not a good look.	LEARN_MORE	https://c.menovels.com/ad/bXlub3ZlbC80Mzk1NTgvMjAy	ForFun-121	https://www.facebook.com/61554691086159/	186	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	c.menovels.com	VIDEO		https://c.menovels.com/ad/bXlub3ZlbC80Mzk1NTgvMjAyNTAyMjQxNTI4MjYvcGFnZQ==?adid={{ad.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481020108_1100908691784289_7406524176663622344_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=wLveywmKE6YQ7kNvgErv2t-&_nc_oc=Adhb7NNp-UtyJwjaMVTbzD7J3KwA0nH0UrPMAfqG5ktvtTNGjoXb5hdi3FsJxfrdd-0hC5PGwQv9PAPJAm0uBmCj&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=AwJcnA8N-Np2e9vleHT5wWO&oh=00_AYDWt0RbZI14cwIGXZPPhnkADe2UUVVf-zkjCZThaMMffg&oe=67C5D4EE	PERSON_PROFILE	ForFun-121	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,840	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703837}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	GMCLA Presents Rhinestone Cowboys \| March 22-23	Grab your sequin-studded hats and boots! 🤠 GMCLA brings the heart and soul of country music to life with Rhinestone Cowboys on March 22-23 at the Saban Theatre. ⭐ 🐴	BOOK_TRAVEL	https://bit.ly/3EEg2wx	GMCLA - Gay Men's Chorus of Los Angeles	https://www.facebook.com/GayMensChorusLA/	13,213	1969-12-31 18:00	Book Now	GMCLA.org	DCO	There will be new surprises and some old favorites to round out the party!	https://bit.ly/3EEg2wx	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480135034_2601723446692335_7486137454074159622_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=EoW9yjkUzTQQ7kNvgFbq4TZ&_nc_oc=AdiSjAxjdu1d-cofV_vL-Yz_P74vyu5Ec-d4dHs9ovpQFqgnkCtInNqj-CVF5U_tnRCa02oi92WgWT5_b-cW3WkW&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=A3csAB0AoaLomCQZFoAH1WK&oh=00_AYDjpkRnvaC8zPj2fmditlFx9emxKA_IDzo3A63vXHhARA&oe=67C5EE2A	PERSON_PROFILE	GMCLA - Gay Men's Chorus of Los Angeles	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,187	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Watch More Series for 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 - Don't Miss Out👉👉👉	WATCH ALL 🎬👉 𝑻𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒚𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒏 💍 To escape marriage with the rumored greasy, bald boss of Frontier Group, Mia, the eldest daughter of Geneva Group, hires a male model for a fake wedding 🤵‍♂️🎭. Meanwhile, Dylan’s assistant finds him a bride as well—leading to a chaotic mix-up at a nightclub 🍷💃. By mistake, Mia and Dylan, who never wanted to marry each other, end up tying the knot anyway! 🔥💑 Will this accidental marriage spark unexpected love or end in disaster? 👀❤️ 👉 Don’t miss this thrilling romance full of twists! 📲✨	WATCH_MORE	https://ads.playlet.com/ads/?link_id=TTBTnjmb&ad_i	Playlet: Reels of Tiny shows	https://www.facebook.com/61553988203247/	15,269	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch more	ads.playlet.com	VIDEO		https://ads.playlet.com/ads/?link_id=TTBTnjmb&ad_id={{ad.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&adgroup_id={{adset.id}}&placement={{site_source_name}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&campaign_name={{campaign.name}}&adgroup_name={{adset.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481222675_9273603932726304_2784162159283563548_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=g1uPkvZ-d-UQ7kNvgHFxGiV&_nc_oc=Adgz54zZhiHC6nDoYg5eLepIWNqGU6uKrrb5jSHh_FaodFi381RKgE1Iof5vAOXW5l6zjZgAustNMpfx9m_j_nsc&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=AVPPgtY5dhe1ySaiI7UEoIa&oh=00_AYA5Srrqqx4uSEfIEOs8CfpXMPfK1rcL_uv_u5JfkCsoRw&oe=67C5E99F	PERSON_PROFILE	Playlet: Reels of Tiny shows	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,995	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	📺Watch online⚡No download required	💼 "The Billionaire’s Bargain: Love or Loss?" 🌟In a world where everything comes at a price, one woman finds herself entangled in a high-stakes deal with a billionaire. 💔 As their contract unfolds, she discovers it’s more than just business—but will the terms cost her everything she holds dear? #BillionaireRomance #HighStakesDrama #LoveAndSacrifice #ContractualLove #EmotionalJourney	WATCH_MORE	https://primeshorttv.com/videos/29?token=MhqgZQzC	Short Dramas TV-2	https://www.facebook.com/61551664947825/	131	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch more	primeshorttv.com	VIDEO	Seeing the world through a small screen	https://primeshorttv.com/videos/29?token=MhqgZQzC	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481001257_969657098476404_8151569013655952602_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=1YTWXzXh1lUQ7kNvgH19t28&_nc_oc=AdgQqLzuHceC7aCzKDz6GRIlrNK40s8MXzP3KgtbDqkyli20UIxpPi0SzlXLSUS19pykAORgppzpl6v0Mnou5R6U&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Au3TDufJgeyNPPOkJtEwLnI&oh=00_AYDDDwoVXUBF9oBtkoubeRpz1apcSalCXZSA246_pi4Rew&oe=67C5F550	PERSON_PROFILE	Short Dramas TV-2	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,582	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643		Got some film back from Christine & Ryan’s wedding. Love how medium format captures details. Film is more relevant than ever. Looking to add a little film photography to your wedding day? I’ve got lots of film rolls ready to load. #pentax645n #filmphotography #weddingsonfilm #weddingsonfilmphotography #delwareweddingphotographer #delawareweddings #filmphotography #filmphoto #mediumformat @hopkinsheartland	LEARN_MORE	http://tiffpics.com/	Tiffany Caldwell Photography	https://www.facebook.com/tiffpics/	1,996	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	tiffpics.com	IMAGE		http://tiffpics.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480821886_658257419871086_5757792594624522744_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=J4QRPaRlumgQ7kNvgGgcQsr&_nc_oc=AdiDKpCd1f3dXuVQu3y2p2OuANisR6i9T7QkGUtJBOhBr8ajAH3IJsBf3IQ2eKuwEWAABfbtCtNmgxoGdNqI035l&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=Axc8gcfpj-ObEShu7t3tZKc&oh=00_AYA2ToBaWcYGrox_LTLsjLSQDTnr2PQzRjmPaFEUADRRNA&oe=67C5EFBD	PERSON_PROFILE	Tiffany Caldwell Photography	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,815	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703802}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	2025 Journeys Start at $5,698 Per Person	The leader in small group gay luxury travel invites you to join us on the adventure of a lifetime! Experience the world’s most stunning destinations as you soak up breathtaking views, savor the flavors of local culinary delights, and create unforgettable memories with fellow LGBTQ+ travelers. Availability is limited, so don’t delay. This is your moment; find your epic.	BOOK_TRAVEL	http://fb.me/	Source Journeys	https://www.facebook.com/SourceJourneys/	9,392	1969-12-31 18:00	Book Now	fb.me	DCO	The Leader in Gay Luxury Travel	http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481050586_1831360747611298_6230834608373106963_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=JGUnur8X0U4Q7kNvgEdzTBw&_nc_oc=Adjp3OqBhSyLlwHK-GPSOMXUiCWsA8w9blq0EoF4sd3uDLE_ef6zta-KHyApBf82T_0v_jpkNv2gLI2edIlrZ7mt&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=A3OdavyiP16OcR2eJDeCtaz&oh=00_AYC50SXVfayxMjlnF8YBjZALriPYZLvJrdLrRdvzNz8KAw&oe=67C60054	PERSON_PROFILE	Source Journeys	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,475	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703464}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"That's it, baby, open those legs wider for Daddy." How did she soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend get a key into her apartment and why was he even so brazenly bold to have a lover there? "Harder, Arlo. Give it all to me. I want to come on your manhood in her bed on her favorite duvet." Hazel. Her best friend since college. Ten years of being friends. She'd stood by Hazel when her parents died seven years ago. Now her best friend was having intercourse with her boyfriend and crowing about doing it in her bed on her favorite duvet. "Oh, don't stop on my account. Please finish. I'll drink my wine and then we can chat when you're done." "Grier, it's not what it looks like." She started to plead, her eyes welling up with tears. "Save the crocodile tears, Hazel. I don't know what I've done to you to warrant you wanting my boyfriend," she held a finger up, "sorry, ex-boyfriend, to fk you in my bed. ___________ Walking into her condo, kicking her shoes off in exhaustion, Grier wondered if her day could have gone any worse. This time of year, the word scrooge was tossed around frequently but she was certain if anyone was getting visited by three ghosts come Christmas, it was going to be him. Nick Santos, her boss. In five years, the man she knew could easily win any of the sexiest eligible bachelor titles on the planet, based purely on looks, routinely caused her to rethink her sexuality. In those moments where she found herself ogling him, he would inevitably do something so horribly rude her lady parts could dry up like she was stranded in the Sahara. Today was no exception. Her cranky boss grew irritated when they'd entered one of the production plants and holiday music was playing overhead. He'd given a tersely worded comment to the manager telling him to be respectful not everyone in the company celebrates Christmas and they might also find the holiday painful, especially when layoffs were happening. Then he laid off three people in management because he found out they were in a love triangle, but all three men had wives at home. Video of them having a blowout argument over which man the senior manager loved most had made it to Nick's desk. Just over two weeks to Christmas and he ditched three of his management team for cheating on their wives with each other. It wasn't this which bothered her though. It was the fact he made sure to out the three men to their wives as gay and sent them the video clip of the fight. Anonymously of course. She could say nothing since she herself was in an ironclad NDA. Then without further ado, he'd marched back to the car, advised they were returning to New York, and he didn't speak another word until they landed back at JFK. When he'd had his driver drop her off, his only words were "seven a.m. Monday." She meandered to the fridge and was about to pull it open to grab the rest of the bottle of merlot she knew was in there when a sound from deep in her apartment caught her ear. The only person who had a key to her apartment was her best friend, Hazel. Grier hadn't even given her boyfriend Arlo a key since they'd only been dating six months, and the term boyfriend was a stretch. Her working hours were not conducive to tons of free time, but Arlo so far didn't seem to mind. However, Hazel knew she was supposed to be away on a business trip with Nick Scrooge Santos and she wasn't due back until tomorrow. "That's it, baby, open those legs wider for Daddy." A man's all too familiar voice tormented her from down the short corridor. Daddy? "It's so hot how hot you look taking my shaft." How did she soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend get a key into her apartment and why was he even so brazenly bold to have a lover there? The answer made her stumble over feet. "Keep f*g me, Arlo. Give it all to me. I want to come on your ck in her bed on her favorite duvet. I love this duvet so much! Let's make memories on it. Make me come on it." Hazel. Her best friend since college. Ten years of being friends. She'd stood by Hazel when her parents died seven years ago. She'd held her hand through every single one of her catastrophic relationships with the douchebags Hazel was drawn to. Now her best friend was f***g her boyfriend and crowing about doing it in her bed on her favorite duvet. She frowned angrily. She really liked her Christmas duvet. It was decorated with holly and ivy and snowflakes. Hazel. Why did she have to ruin the duvet? Gripping the edge of the doorframe and then Hazel's next words had her moving back to the kitchen. "fk me Arlo." Arlo who on the two very recent occasions they had intercourse, insisted on a rubber, was now in her bed, f***g her best friend, bareback. Retreating to the kitchen, she grabbed the bottle of wine, glad the bh down the hall hadn't stolen it as well. She poured herself a glass and then wandered back down the hall. This time she didn't pause in the hall. She leaned in the doorway, clearing her throat loudly and then took a long sip of her wine and waited for the sound to register. When Arlo heard her voice, his hips stuttered and then Hazel gave a scream to kick him off, her heel connecting with Arlo's still hard dk. Arlo dropped to the floor like a sack of feed. A glimmer of a smile at his pain flashed on her lips. "Oh, don't stop on my account. Please finish. I'll drink my wine and then we can chat when you're done." "What are you doing here?" Hazel's voice shrieked in surprise. "Here? You mean here in my condo? Mine. The place I bought with my money, Hazel? Are you really questioning why I'm here." "Grier, it's not what it looks like." She started to plead, her eyes welling up with tears. "Save the crocodile tears, Hazel. I don't know what I've done to you to warrant you wanting my boyfriend," she held a finger up, "sorry, ex-boyfriend, to fk you in my bed and to do it without protection, as you just encouraged him to do, but you don't get to cry over it." "Grier," Hazel was scrambling for a shirt to put on, her face a shade of puce at being caught. Arlo was rolling on the floor whining with his hands around his junk, "I think my shaft is broken." "Good," Grier tipped her wine glass in his direction, "serves you right for f***g my best friend," again she held her finger up, "ex-best friend, in my bed. I do need to ask why my bed? You couldn't simply sneak around like normal prick?" "Grier?" a man's voice calling from down the hall caught their ears. "You forgot your laptop bag." As if this couldn't get worse. She sighed not wanting to leave these two alone in her room. "Down here, Nick." She called and saw his face poke into the hall, "come, join the party." His face, usually stoic became incredibly hard and his lips flattened. "What party? I don't do parties." "The one where my ex-best friend of over ten years is getting plowed by my ex-boyfriend of six months. He thinks his shaft is broken." "Did you break it?" Nick asked as he casually strolled down the hall with the laptop bag in his fingertips. "No." She sipped her wine. "Regrettably." Grier fought a snicker when Nick tilted his head to one side at the man who was holding his shaft aloft studying it. "It does appear to have a rather deep bend in it. It's not very big, is it?" Nick commented dryly. "It's average and what he does with it is average as well, but I chalked it up to beginner's nerves since we only sx twice." Grier toed a pair of briefs from the floor on the tip of her Louboutin's and kicked them at Arlo. "Put them on and go get your shaft checked out." "Mr. Santos," Hazel was kneeling on the floor now desperate to find her pants and she was eyeballing Nick like he was her messiah. "Do we know each other?" "I interviewed with you the same day Grier did, and you gave her the job." "We interviewed twenty-six people the day Grier came in. You expect me to remember the twenty-five I didn't hire?" "We had a connection." He pulled his head back in revulsion before shaking it emphatically no. His face held the appearance of a man on the verge of vomiting. "Do not puke here," Grier held a finger at him before slowly turning her head to Hazel. "Is that what this is about? You're still pissed off after all this time I got this job, and you didn't? You're holding a grudge?" "I could have made him fall in love with me and you stole my chance. You knew I crushed on him and –" she paused as she realized the man she was confessing about was standing right there. "I've loved you for so long Nick Santos. We would be great together." She turned to Grier again, "you could have declined the job so I could get it and be with him!" "I was invited to the interview, Hazel. Invited. You applied for it, but I was invited by his prior administrative assistant." "On a fluke! It was a fluke because you helped her with her stupid coffee and pastries order and carried them to her car." "While you and three others stood there watching her struggle! Even though there were so many interviewees I was the one selected and you weren't. Besides, I've told you a thousand times, he's a prick to work for." She turned her head to face him, "sorry but you are." "Noted." Nick let the insult roll of his back like water off a duck. "I think I need to go to the emergency room," Arlo was slowly rising from his kneeling position. "I don't care. What you do need to do is get out of my condo. Both of you." "Grier, can we talk, please?" Hazel whimpered. "I have nobody else. I'm sorry." "You f**d my boyfriend. I told you last weekend about how I thought maybe I was catching feelings for him, which led me to sleep with him Saturday night and Sunday morning and you fd him in my bed while I was away." "You were away with Nick." "It's Mr. Santos to you." Nick sneered at Hazel. "And she was at work. We weren't having intercourse." He gave Grier a look, "this is the kind of company you keep?" "Not anymore. Hazel, you need to get out. Leave my key on the counter." "You can't just –" "Just what?" she finally raised her voice an ounce. "Cut you out of my life? Watch me. You brought someone I told you I cared about into my place and had intercourse with him. God only knows how long this has been going on." "How long has it been going on?" Nick asked Arlo who was slowly stepping into his trousers, his face contorted with pain. Grier was starting to believe maybe his shaft really was broken. He was moving quite slowly. "Almost a month." "How many times did you have intercourse with Hazel," he sneered the name, "in Grier's bed." "This was the first time in this bed. Hazel wanted to borrow a pair of shoes for our date, so we came in to get them and –" "Date? You were taking her on a date?" Grier growled, "Jesus Christ, you were taking her on a date, and you thought in your infinite wisdom, to borrow my belongings to do so and then got distracted by having intercourse in my bed!" "Grier" Nick motioned to the wine glass, "have another sip." He texted on his phone, his jaw tense. She downed the glass and grumbled, "I just want them out of here." "I'm working on it. Barrett is on his way with his team." "Who is Barrett?" Arlo asked as he tried to get his shoes on. "This feels far too civilized considering I came in and caught you having intercourse in my bed. Can you please hurry up and get out?" "Agreed," Nick nodded. "Mr. Santos?" a voice called from down the hall. "Down here, Barrett. Miss Bush came home to find trespassers in her apartment. Remove them. I believe the man may need medical attention but do not offer it to him. He can find his own way." "Yes sir." Grier in five years had never figured out whether Barrett was his first or last name, but the man was massive yet with the finesse of a serpent, he squeezed between Grier and Nick and motioned for two men with him. "I've got him. You get the girl. I hate carrying the girls. They do that," he motioned to where Hazel started to thrash and kick violently as she was dragged from the room. "Make her leave the key to Miss Bush's condo, please." Nick called out as the couple were escorted out. Hazel's pleas for Grier to just listen slid along Grier's spine like nails on a chalkboard. When finally, there was silence again in the condo she looked at the bed and sighed, "I really liked that duvet cover and now I'm going to have to burn it." Huffing frustratedly she considered all the ways she could fix the pretty cover and none of them were ever going to work. She looked at her boss who was still there and motioned to the laptop bag he still held onto. "You can set it on the floor there. I apologize for making you bring it up." "I wanted you to have it in case I needed you over the weekend." "You told me when I booked the flights back I could have the entire weekend since we were coming back early." "A billion dollar company doesn't run itself, Grier. If I work, you work." Rubbing her head with frustration she returned her attention back to the task at hand. "Fine but I want it noted, if you make me work this weekend, I'll probably be unable to talk you down off ledges you climb up. In my current frame of mind, I might let you fire everyone." She suddenly had a new appreciation for the video he sent to the wives. "Also, I take back my anger over the videos. They have the right to know." Nick Santos watched his unflappable administrative assistant and quirked an eyebrow. This was not the way he would have expected any woman to behave upon coming home to such a scene. "Different insight now?" he queried poking his tongue in his cheek to keep from laughing. "Yes. I hope they all get revenge on their cheating asses." "Is it what you want to do? Revenge?" He studied her as she tugged the bed, careful not to touch where she obviously felt her friend was getting fd and then balled the blanket onto the floor. "I don't know. This isn't my first rodeo with cheating boyfriends, but I didn't expect it to be with her. I do everything for her. I considered her a second sister." She stared down at the bed and then gave a loud sigh, "it can't be fixed, can it?" "Will you be alright?" "Yeah. She didn't drink my wine, so I'll finish the bottle and then sleep in my guest room. Tomorrow I'll go buy a new mattress and bedding but I really liked this one. It's my Christmas themed one." She kicked it with her toe before moving to take off the pillow shams as well and tossed them on the pile. "I bought it in this cute little shop back home." "Back home?" "Coldreach, Colorado." "Is it where you're going for your holidays over Christmas? You leave Tuesday, correct?" He was still annoyed she was taking the full time off. In his family vacation time, especially this time of year, was never on the agenda. Yet for the last five years she always left a week before Christmas and came back the first working day after New Years Day. This year she was taking sixteen full days because HR told her she needed to use the rest of her days up despite the fact it was him who'd cancelled two of her vacations earlier in the year. "Yes." She gave a not-so-ladylike snort, "and to think my mother was begging me to bring Arlo with me. First guy I've dated seriously in forever and she was so excited to meet him even though I told her a million times it wasn't time yet. Took me six months to relax enough around him to sleep with him and then I come home to this five days later. I should have trusted my gut. I hope his shaft really is broken. Is it wrong to wish a lifetime of shaft pain to a man?" She sat on the edge of her bed and looked at the wine glass she'd set on the nightstand. "Maybe I'll wait until I get home and see if any of the ladies from mom's quilting guild have a Christmas cover, they've made and haven't sold yet. I really liked this duvet cover!" "You seem more perturbed over the loss of the duvet than the boyfriend." He did truly find her reaction to this whole thing confusing. Shouldn't she be wailing and crying and throwing things? He knew for a fact if it was one of his sisters going through this, there would be things flying off the shelves and people would be harmed far more than a broken shaft. "Hazel says my heart was broken so badly by my high school boyfriend that it's irreparable and every man I date I hold at arm's length because I'm scared to be hurt. She calls me Ice Queen Elsa as a joke. She's probably right but I have a tough time trusting people and now I know why! I dated him for six months. We've been on maybe ten or eleven dates in this time, and I told her Saturday I thought maybe my frozen heart was starting to thaw a bit. We booked a date Saturday night, and she helped me get ready and told me to stop holding back and to give in. She sat right here," she waved to her bed, "on Sunday afternoon and made me dish to her about how it all went." Suddenly the emotion of her friend's betrayal hit her, "to find out she already knew what he was like in bed because she was banging him before me," she wiped a single tear off her cheek. "Her betrayal hurts way more than his. How could she do this to me?" "Jealousy? She wants me and you work for me. It's what she said." It ran along his skin like an army of cockroaches. "She might be slightly obsessed with you." Grier grimaced. "It doesn't matter how much truth I tell her about you, she reads a lot of those romance novels with the gruff CEO and the naïve receptionist. Except she's not naïve." "What was her st about you stealing her job?" He wanted to change the subject. It was making him itchy. "She'd applied for the job as your admin assistant the day it was posted. She works at the front desk of the lobby of the building she has a degree in office management. I was working as Mr. Pink's admin assistant in the finance department and was content so didn't apply. Your outgoing admin assistant was coming through the door with far too many things for one woman to carry," she shot him an annoyed look and he was in no doubt he'd done it to her as well many times in the last several years, "and I helped her. We got to talking and she insisted I add my name to the pool. I didn't. She found out I hadn't, and she added it. She felt I would be a better fit than any other candidates because she and I were similar in personality." "I would have hired you on the spot but because of HR we were forced to go through the remaining ten interviews. It was torture. I knew what I wanted but because of HR policy everyone needed to have their fair shot just in case there was someone better. There wasn't." He paused, "so Hazel works at the front desk?" He truly didn't recall ever seeing her there, not as if he usually studied his receptionists. "Yes." "She truly wants to f**k me?" He was completed insulted by the notion. Who did the girl think she was? "Does it bother you?" "You do see how much lip filler she has, right? As her friend, did you not tell her the bee sting look shouldn't mean her lips look ready to explode. I wouldn't let her near my shaft in case her lips exploded and then I'd have a lawsuit on my hands. Also, her hair. Did you see her hair? I bet when you take a fistful it crunches. Why is her hair so blonde when I bet her roots are the color of my shoes." "Geez, tell me how you really feel." "I also," he moved to stand in front of her, "have no use for any woman who would betray her own friend like this. I don't care what her excuse is, if you take her back as your friend, I'll fire you so fast your head will spin, and I'll gladly pay for the wrongful dismissal." He meant it. He wouldn't tolerate having a doormat as his assistant. She needed to be strong and letting leaches suck you dry was not a good look.	LEARN_MORE	https://c.menovels.com/ad/bXlub3ZlbC80Mzk1NTgvMjAy	ForFun-121	https://www.facebook.com/61554691086159/	186	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	c.menovels.com	VIDEO		https://c.menovels.com/ad/bXlub3ZlbC80Mzk1NTgvMjAyNTAyMjQxNTI4MjYvcGFnZQ==?adid={{ad.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480751042_973184058126004_3168376947510312849_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UzlGNLIemZgQ7kNvgEuFWsU&_nc_oc=AdhAPBPRqFfbCwLKUEZZN15EXfb2u9WNS_-W0EpFX4RcTsoAQ_NJ2qTW37RoToudQ95blZtYnx-u9ngibPgT-plc&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=AF6oL9uSWltvjo89rlA9nUo&oh=00_AYDrWPWvu12ZcDUPB4dYzjMLhGYtr9nkt6G9YAY8VNsdTg&oe=67C5F31C	PERSON_PROFILE	ForFun-121	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,977	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702970}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"You've got to be kidding me. You told my sister I was just intercourse." "I said that because she was feeling bad." "And what about my feelings?" "No one told you to eavesdrop," he retorted pleasantly. "You did that to yourself. You didn't have to bring my wallet over. You did that because you wanted to interfere in my relationship with Sabine, disrupt it. You were, as always, being selfish when it comes to Sabine." June took a few steps to get up on the porch to stand next to me. "Say what?" I placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her from going off half-manhooded at Callum. "This is between my girlfriend and me." Callum didn't look fazed by her at all. I hated how unaffected he was. "Ex-girlfriend," Titus cut in from where he stood at the gate. "She's your ex now, prick. And for the record, she's the most selfless girl I know—so don't you dare call her selfish." ____________ Fleur "It's casual between us. Trust me, you need me; I'm here for you," Callum said as I stood outside Sabine's bedroom. Sabine was crying. "But...she's living with you, Call." "It's temporary." My heart clenched. "I love seeing you here with me, Grian. Love seeing your things mixed with mine." He had started calling me Grian since that first night we had intercourse. When I asked him, he'd been surprised that he'd addressed me in Gaelic. Grian meant sunshine, and it warmed me all the way deep inside, where there had been nothing but cold. "You sure about this, Call?" I was nervous about moving in with my boyfriend of eight months. It felt right to me, but he could be so closed off at times that I'd been surprised when he asked me to live with him. It was the right next step. He had never told me he loved me, but I assumed he did. I'd loved him since Sabine brought him home four years ago. He was her boyfriend's older brother—and my little heart had gone and fallen for him. When he finally noticed me, and we began dating, it had been...magical. The magic show is over, Fleur, I thought, when Callum continued to break my heart. "You're having intercourse with my sister," Sabine accused. "It's just intercourse, Sabine. I have a lot of it with many women." He sounded so calm and patient when he spoke. "I can't take it, Call. It hurts so much. I...have nothing." I stepped into the doorway and saw Sabine in Callum's arms. He was stroking her back, pecking her hair, and murmuring to her. He heard me and looked up to see me. Regret flashed in his eyes, but he didn't let go of Sabine. I held up his wallet. He'd forgotten it at the restaurant where we were celebrating my twenty-sixth birthday. I was worried about him driving without his license. I quietly set the wallet down on Sabine's dresser and walked out of her house—my grandparents' house, the home where I had happy memories. They'd promised it to me, but when Seamus, her husband and Callum's brother died, Sabine had asked to stay where she felt safe. Naturally, my parents had asked me to move out. I understood. I really did. She and Seamus had been in love. Their wedding had been the event of the year in New Orleans. She had been pregnant when he died in an accident. She lost the baby. Since then, Callum had been taking care of his brother's widow. But it had been two years. When would it be my turn to be taken care of? How long would I have to live in Sabine's shadow? I asked the Uber driver to take me to Callum's house on Royal Street that I had moved into a week ago. Thankfully, most of my stuff was still in boxes. I hadn't moved much, just clothes, books, and a few sentimental belongings. Callum's large house was fully furnished. I called June, my friend who worked at Peychaud's, a popular bar in the Quarter. "I need you, Titus, and his truck." "You movin' out?" "Yeah." "We'll be at Hotshot's place in fifteen." The thing with good friends was that you didn't have to explain. They knew. June had never said outright that dating Callum was a bad idea when he was running to take care of Sabine every time she broke a nail, but the heart wanted what it wanted. No problem with that now. My now broken heart just wanted a few Sazeracs. We were in the middle of loading up my things onto Titus's truck when Callum came home. He manhooded an eyebrow when he saw me hand my suitcase over to Titus. The big suitcase looked small in my friend's hands. He was a big man who worked as a bouncer at the bar June worked at; the same one I used to work in to pay for school because if I was going to beg my parents to give me money. They'd been clear: law school or you get nothing. My acquiring a degree in computer science had been scoffed at. The joke was on them. Now, I was a lead programmer at one of the top security software companies in the world. Since my company had several contracts from the Department of Defense, I had a high-security clearance and a good salary. Thankfully, I hadn't yet submitted paperwork on my changing domicile and getting a partner. My apartment in the Marigny was still mine. I hadn't told Callum, but I wouldn't be giving it up because my "secure" office was there. To live-live with Callum, he and I would need to talk about my work, and he'd have to go through some kind of security clearance—and we'd have to outfit one of his guestrooms as my office. That was a major commitment for me. I was wise to be cautious. Less than a week after moving in with Callum, I was already heading back to my own place. "You didn't think we deserved a conversation before you did this?" Callum asked pointedly. It tore at me that he didn't look upset. No, he looked like he was expecting this. He even looked relieved. He was in a pair of linen pants and a shirt. He was usually in a suit and tie, appropriate for the man who ran one of the largest sports investment companies in the country. Seamus and Callum made quite a pair when they were both in their power suits. But Seamus had been the less serious brother—more playful, easy, casual. Maybe that's why he and I had become friends so easily. I smiled tightly at Callum and nodded at June and Titus, who were waiting for me. "After your conversation with Sabine, do you think we need to?" I was going to miss this man. I was going to miss making love with him. I was going to miss eating breakfast with him. I was going to miss talking with him. Laughing with him. "I think so." "Okay. Talk," I challenged him. "I was comforting her. It's hard for her to lose me." I folded my arms to protect myself. "Lose you?" "She's family, Fleur. She's Seamus's wife. She's—" "Priority," I nodded. "I get it. You've told me that several times. But when you asked me to move in, I thought we were more than just two people fuckin', Callum." "We are." He leaned against his doorway. His stance was easy, but his eyes were hard, angry. "I heard what you said to her. You said my moving in was temporary." He shrugged. "So?" "So, that's not what you told me when you asked me to move in, Callum. You spent a month convincing me to." "Maybe we rushed into the living together part," he conceded, and my blood ran cold. I never meant a lot to him. That was clear. "Well, then, it's a good thing I'm all moved out." I waved a hand at his place. I was on the iron lace porch while he stood in his doorway, larger than life. My love, my heart, my man. But he wasn't mine. He never had been. I'd been living in a fool's paradise. "Maybe." He straightened. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" "Why?" He looked confused. "Fleur, you're moving out, I get that, but that doesn't mean we're breaking up." He sounded so sure of himself, so confident, that I burst out laughing. It wasn't a happy sound. "You've got to be kidding me. You told my sister I was just intercourse." "I said that because she was feeling bad." "And what about my feelings?" "No one told you to eavesdrop," he retorted pleasantly. "You did that to yourself. You didn't have to bring my wallet over. You did that because you wanted to interfere in my relationship with Sabine, disrupt it. You were, as always, being selfish when it comes to Sabine." June took a few steps to get up on the porch to stand next to me. "Say what?" I placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her from going off half-manhooded at Callum. "This is between my girlfriend and me." Callum didn't look fazed by her at all. I hated how unaffected he was. "Ex-girlfriend," Titus cut in from where he stood at the gate. "She's your ex now, prick. And for the record, she's the most selfless girl I know—so don't you dare call her selfish." If Titus thought he could intimidate Callum, well, tough sh-it. "We'll talk when you're not so emotional," Callum sighed, as if I were a spoiled child who he wanted to help get over a tantrum. "No," I said quietly. "This is done. Goodbye." I turned around with as much grace as I could muster, even though what I really wanted was to accept his terms, take the crumbs he offered, and keep him any way I could. But after eight months of being with him and still feeling unimportant, I was completely wrung out. "Sabine is your sister. How can you begrudge her my friendship and loyalty?" he demanded, his nostrils flaring. He was finally getting worked up, but on behalf of Sabine, not because I was leaving. "I don't, which is why I'm leaving," I pointed out. "Now, she doesn't have to worry about losing you." "You're being so childish." He shook his head as if disgusted. "Sabine is right...your parents, too. You're just too self-involved and immature for an adult relationship. Well, babe, go running back to your sad little life where you spend your days in a house you need your parents to help you afford; working a terrible job that pays all." Titus and June both gaped at him. I had no idea why Callum thought I didn't make good money. I made high six figures. Probably something my parents or Sabine told him. I had a degree in Computer Science Engineering from Tulane, and I climbed the corporate ladder fast because of my programming and leadership skills. The company had even paid me to get my master's in computer science specializing in AI from MIT. I was one of the youngest senior directors in my company. But Callum didn't seem to have paid attention to my life when we were together. I couldn't tell him a whole lot about my job because of my security clearance, but I'd hoped he'd thought that I was successful in my own right. "What the heck, Fleur?" June asked, baffled. I shrugged. "Doesn't matter." I walked away then, not turning to see him one last time. He'd finally said and done things that killed every last feeling of hope I had for us to make it as a couple. It was time to move on, not just from Callum but my family as well. I needed to surround myself with people who saw me and not the version of me that Sabine painted. I would not mourn the end of this relationship but take it as a lesson for the future. When people show you who they are, believe them—and know they won't change. They can't. Callum My house felt empty without Fleur. She'd been here a week and had taken it over with bright flowers and her light. Now, it felt like it always had. Quiet, clean, modern, and somehow more oppressive than before. She'd packed away her colorful rugs and throws. She'd left a vase with flowers, which now looked forlorn on the steel and glass coffee table. She'd not put her art up—colorful Parisian café prints—but they'd been leaning against my walls, cheering the place up. They were a stark contrast to the expensive original art that hung, which was mostly landscapes; the colors being beige, blue, and black. The moment I saw her at Sabine's, I knew it was over. I had hoped it wouldn't be, but I knew. Fleur never liked Sabine, and it had always rankled me. Sabine was quiet, sophisticated, gentle...frail. Everything Fleur wasn't. Sabine was elegant, while Fleur was the girl next door. Sabine spoke softly and never cursed, while Fleur, well, she had a sailor's mouth. Compared to Sabine and her parents, Fleur definitely seemed like the baby who was switched at birth. I sat down and poured myself a finger of whiskey. The truth was that I always saw myself with a woman like Sabine. If she wasn't Seamus's widow, I think she and I could have a romantic relationship. My attraction to Fleur had been unexpected. Oh, she made eyes at me; she had been since Sabine and Seamus started dating four years ago. It still hurt to think about my brother. He'd gotten into his convertible one day and...after two years, I still waited for him to show up and talk about last night's game. Sabine and he dated for a year before being married for another. They were so in love. It had been a tragedy for her to lose him, for him to lose his beautiful and happy marriage when he'd tasted it for such a short time. And the shock of losing him had driven Sabine to such despair that she'd lost their baby. A piece of Seamus that would have been a balm to my family and me. I adored Sabine for how she loved Seamus. How good she was to him. I loved her because she was family. I admired her for her grace and elegance, her smarts, and her success as a lawyer. We had always been friendly, but we'd become close after Seamus passed. I wondered what my brother would've thought about my relationship with Fleur. He'd told me he liked her, but never spent much time with her—because it bothered Sabine. "Sabine thinks her sister is hitting on me, which she isn't. Fleur is a sweetheart," Seamus told me once when we were having lunch on a Saturday at Paillard in the Marigny. Seamus had just proposed to Sabine, and he was happier than any man had a right to be. "According to Brian, she's a bit selfish, doing her own thing, not particularly family oriented," I said as I perused the menu. I always thought that Fleur had a crush on me. She wasn't my type; she was too plain and nerdy, but it surprised me that she was also trying to get with my brother. Christ! Poor Sabine had one terrible sister. Seamus snorted. "They have a problem with her not being a lawyer. But she's her own person; why does she have to be like them?" "Maybe she isn't smart enough to be a lawyer," I mused. Seamus arched an eyebrow. "You know she has a bachelor's in computer science engineering at Tulane. And she paid for it on her own 'cause Brian and Lenora would only pay for her school if she studied law." "That's their call." I saw no problem with parents withholding their money from their children. Brian and Lenora came from the upper middle class and, with their law firm, had become considerably wealthy. "It's petty," Seamus said. "You're pretty defensive about her, no wonder Sabine doesn't want you spending time with her." He laughed. "Fleur and I are friendly. I pay attention, that's all. Sabine and Fleur are very different people. She dresses like a tomboy and swears like a sailor, and her family believes her friends are not appropriate. But just because Fleur is not like Sabine doesn't mean there's anything wrong with her." "She's definitely not in Sabine's league," I agreed. "Is anyone?" Seamus's eyes twinkled. He was a man in love, and having spent time with his fiancée, I understood. I always thought my brother was lucky to have married someone like Sabine. She'd been the ideal Mrs. Gallagher, even though my parents were cool towards her. I liked Sabine, not as much as Seamus though. I'd never expected to be attracted to Fleur, though—but it happened and was like a sledgehammer in my gut. It was after Mardi Gras when I was with some clients at Maison on Frenchmen's Street, and Fleur was there as well. She was friends with the drummer of the jazz band playing that night. I hadn't seen her for a long while, and the woman in front of me looked nothing like a tomboy. Fleur wasn't tall like Sabine, who was five feet nine inches and model beautiful. Fleur was around five feet four or five. Not petite; not tall. She had a woman's body—clearly visible in the long black dress she wore that covered literally every inch of her. The dress cupped her body, and when I saw her hip, I felt my manhood twitch. That hip was made for intercourse! She wore boots underneath the dress. The femininity of the outfit and the ruggedness of her footwear contrasted drastically—emphasizing her layered personality. Once my clients left, I went and sat at the bar next to her. We'd seen each other earlier and waved to one another. She hadn't come by the table, and I hadn't sought her out either. But now, I felt drawn. "How are you?" I asked after telling the bartender I'd have a shot of Jameson, neat. "Good." She had a bright and broad smile. Her face was not sophisticated like Sabine's. It was happy. Her cheeks were rosy pink and healthy. Her lips were glossy and bright. Her eyes were light brown with dark centers. Her dark hair hung loose in curls around her shoulders—it wasn't styled, just naturally lush. She looked fantastic. Sabine's hair was always coiffed. It wasn't curly like Fleur's, or maybe it was, and she took care of it. Their eyes were different as well. Fleur's were like her mother's, while Sabine's were blue like her father's. Sabine's skin was pale, milky white, while Fleur looked like she got some sun. "You come here a lot?" I made small talk because she didn't seem interested in speaking with me and was more into the drummer with two arms full of tattoos. That was probably her type. Shaggy musician with tats. She looked surprised that I was having a conversation with her. "Yes. I know the band. Jamie, he's playing the drums—he and I were at Tulane together." "Ah." Fu-cking Jamie! "The guy on the guitar is his boyfriend," she continued artlessly; "And Sheena is on drums. Isn't she spectacular? She also plays with the Trumpet Mafia at Frenchmen's Hotel." "Jamie is gay?" I asked, wanting to be precise because I'd had just enough to drink to want to make a play at Fleur Landry, my dead brother's sister-in-law. She chuckled. "I don't know. He's had boyfriends and girlfriends. I think he might be pan. I've never asked." "Have you slept him?" She looked as shocked as I felt by my question. "That's inappropriate, Callum," she said softly and stood up, ready to leave me to my surliness. I wasn't going to apologize. I wanted to know because I wanted to slept her. I wanted to peel off that dress, with its long sleeves and high neck that reached all the way to her ankles, and see what was beneath it. She probably thought she was hiding her body, or maybe not because it molded her boobs, a nice C+ I was sure, and her hip, which, as I noted before, was made for tapping. "Let me rephrase, are you single, Fleur?" Her eyes went wide. "Yes," she whispered. I smiled at her. "Then why don't you sit back down and let me buy you a drink?" And that's how it began. I had her in my bed that night. My head blew off. Best intercourse of my life. Fleur was sensual, generous, and knew how to give and take. I'd never imagined her to be so bold and demanding in bed. It was a complete turn-on. She wasn't just handing control over to me—as much as I liked that, I liked it better when my partner was asking me to bang them hard. We continued to see each other, primarily for intercourse—because it was spectacular. But after a few months, I wanted more, so I told Brian, Lenora, and Sabine that Fleur and I were dating. They were all surprised and warned me that Fleur wasn't really my type. I knew that. But we were having fun. It was casual. I could, as the song went, make Miss Wrong, Right for a few months. But seven months in, she made me feel things I never felt before. I didn't like it when she stayed at her apartment in the Marigny. I didn't like it when she traveled for work. According to Sabine, she worked at some software company and barely made ends meet. She rented an apartment in the Marigny, which didn't look cheap, but Sabine had also told me that Brian and Lenora helped Fleur out financially. I thought that was generous of them, especially since she didn't attend many family functions. Regardless, I wanted her to live with me. I liked waking up to her. I liked how she made breakfast while she swayed, listening to jazz in the mornings. I liked how she surprised me with little presents—like a book of poems by Pablo Neruda the day after we discussed poetry, a golf club for mini golf since I'd never played, a walking tour of the haunted houses of New Orleans because even though I'd lived here for most of my adult life, I'd never been. She filled our days with fun. The only time she seemed stiff was when we were around her parents and sister. I was a guy who respected family—would die for them, so I couldn't understand Fleur's reticence. Since my parents moved to Edinburgh and Seamus died, the Landrys were my family in the States. Fleur should've also been my family, but she just didn't seem to care about her parents and sister. I'd asked her about it, and she prevaricated, cementing the idea that she just wasn't the family type. She was flighty and enjoyed spending time with friends and pan-sexual musicians rather than kin. It would never work out between us, but I was enjoying my time with a woman so different from those who I dated before. She wasn't angling for anything from me—no ring, no promise, not even of loyalty and fidelity. She just lived in the moment, and I liked that about being with her. "Yesterday is gone, tomorrow is not here. I want to live in today," she'd told me. "I like living in the present." "What do you like about it?" "Good or bad, my life at the moment is only for a moment. It's not some lifelong sentence or some past trauma to carry. Do you know that the Masai don't have a concept of time? They believe that now is where it's at." "So, you're like the Masai?" I teased. "I'm trying to be," she admitted seriously. "I don't want to dwell on the past because there were more bad times than good, and I don't want to worry about the future because I don't know how it's going to turn out." I never asked her what she meant by more bad times than good. I should have; because this happy and bright person didn't appear to have any baggage. But everyone brought their past to their present. I just hadn't been curious. So, even after eight months together, I didn't know Fleur very well. She was still an enigma. And I still wanted to sleep her.	LEARN_MORE	https://a.letsreadnovel.com/ad/bGV0c3JlYWQvNDQwNDY	ForFun-120	https://www.facebook.com/61554751622817/	196	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	a.letsreadnovel.com	VIDEO		https://a.letsreadnovel.com/ad/bGV0c3JlYWQvNDQwNDY3LzIwMjUwMjI1MTQzOTI2L3BhZ2U=?adid={{ad.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480875982_561773239656249_3889510338760607866_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=QWPLDB-RlE8Q7kNvgHMZgAd&_nc_oc=AdgRAKrARzo25syS7Z-oefCrmKHTqjB9z9qDQaOGKhYhgIqPJ06CHve88g6rp6sCK9XwXTJw-D2wGMYfRYF34yG6&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AWknrhCDckN5p1kzQo2iMSy&oh=00_AYDmTBxJRXb8AQ9cUf9d4iPphM3IF7_NGg9wzU8RWIpUVw&oe=67C5D36F	PERSON_PROFILE	ForFun-120	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,784	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643		If you haven't visited the Brand New ALICE Condos this is the time. Units are going fast. 2 and 3 bedroom Move in Ready for Sale 203 Lowell Street Wilmington. Open house Feb. 28 Friday 1 to3 and Sat March 1 noon to 2 call me Private showings are easy to schedule. Agent compensation available.	CALL_NOW		Donna Gay, Real Estate Agent, Right Way Realty	https://www.facebook.com/RightWayRealtyLLC/	79	1969-12-31 18:00	Call now		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481066201_990581672441452_5400972316144982375_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_vDeOzkdgtkQ7kNvgHqT5PP&_nc_oc=Adh8uKXiRmdMOycb2nD4a9NzkHXnfmcq-TGsOJ75-TZ0DrEGRngFQyVdxASaNMH-pJYeIAESPcb9KWKqQ4mcx2bq&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AjiZdy0N-h5dyVLgjnOUYnS&oh=00_AYCsr-_j6F4jvE-FpTquKwi8gYhxtPubdc9Pku1Wmcg5sQ&oe=67C5E0A3	PERSON_PROFILE	Donna Gay, Real Estate Agent, Right Way Realty	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,810	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Mark Normand Live • Napa • Fri. 4/11	Hey hey Napa! Get your tix! Uptown Theatre, Friday April 11. Get on it! Comedy!	ORDER_NOW	https://www.ticketmaster.com/mark-normand-napa-cal	Mark Normand	https://www.facebook.com/marknormandcomedian/	809,658	1969-12-31 18:00	Order now	www.ticketmaster.com	VIDEO		https://www.ticketmaster.com/mark-normand-napa-california-04-11-2025/event/1C006227AA48175F	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480483679_1185600256296782_8303560140551579682_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6vrwbdSL2bUQ7kNvgF81J2G&_nc_oc=AdheGd9inGXEv6jQprFeQZhxQNHe6lWp89Dx51iqcvcHciKQ3bkI__lkIf0OX5FEa8VwluORcUHGxOfQAbI-hirM&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=AsJPwliIXUjZVVIckaxpOIH&oh=00_AYCIOaKgxilLB7YYDNWPMoxJtWPm-4ELqnTvJELpoZ7uRw&oe=67C5EF35	PERSON_PROFILE	Mark Normand	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,131	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703111}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	📥 Download VidSphere - Video Player Pro now and start your immersive audio-visual journey! 🔥	Are you still worried about not being able to find a good player? 🔥 VidSphere - Video Player Pro, watch HD movies and short dramas for free!	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.z	MaxStream - HD Video Player	https://www.facebook.com/61572341194781/	198	1969-12-31 18:00	Install now	play.google.com	VIDEO		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.zdhlhwdto.maxstreamplayer	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481071038_619923994006799_8044299326675599203_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=DEOJDB2VAjAQ7kNvgFO4tN4&_nc_oc=Adgz9B_ebPJqMZp8gYyF4FvFlmqhwItcZ8hvRw6QfQ85FVmVDD02zssipYKkbVdOXPu21D37J2FeHWXix5IEL8ze&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=AeNIjNFJ5fyMkpB1oXQNUJw&oh=00_AYAJze82jLdkySP8kc1JEFSWU0uQMU54_oqlJG2R5TRiNQ&oe=67C5D05B	PERSON_PROFILE	MaxStream - HD Video Player	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,066	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703065}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	❤️😍Qué pasa después👉Haz clic aquí para seguir leyendo👉👉	El día que me encontré embarazada, mi marido me estampó los papeles del divorcio en la cara... *** “Adrian, ¿eres tú?” pregunté mientras me acercaba a la puerta, emocionada por compartir la buena noticia. Pero mi sonrisa se desvaneció al ver a una mujer en brazos de Adrian. No era una mujer cualquiera, sino mi hermana Tonya. Tuvieron una historia en la escuela secundaria, ¡pero de eso hace ya siglos! La sonrisa amable de Adrian hacia Tonya se endureció en el momento en que me vio. Antes de que yo pudiera reaccionar, ¡ZAM! Una fuerte bofetada golpeó mi mejilla, tirándome al suelo. Instintivamente me protegí el vientre, aturdida por la violencia repentina. “¡Qué está pasando!” le grité a Adrian, que solía tratarme con sumo cuidado. “¿Has tenido la desfachatez de preguntar?” Adrian me fulminó con la mirada， “¡¿Contratar a alguien para abusar de tu hermana?! ¿Cómo puedes hacerle eso a Tonya, golfa?” Tonya se hizo la víctima perfectamente, sollozando en su pecho. Mi mente se quedó en blanco por la acusación, “¡No lo hice!” protesté. “¡Claro que lo negarías, igual que negarías que te has estado acostando con tu supuesto amigo homosexual Jason!” espetó. Eso es aún más ridículo. “Jason ES gay. ¿Por qué íbamos a mentir sobre eso?” grité, “Deja de hacerme perder el tiempo aquí.” Hizo una mueca de puro odio y me arrojó un documento y un bolígrafo a los pies. ¡UN DOCUMENTO DE DIVORCIO! “Fírmalo y lárgate. No tolero basura en mi casa.” Todavía tenía la boca abierta por el susto e intenté decir algo, pero no me salió nada. ¿Qué podía decir? Era evidente que se había tragado todas aquellas mentiras absurdas... Me sequé las lágrimas y las emociones, temblorosa, luego tomé el bolígrafo y garabateé mi nombre. Me había agraviado y humillado, y había optado por desprenderse de su bebé. Algún día se arrepentirá. Le miré por última vez antes de dirigirme a la puerta. …	LEARN_MORE	https://werarts.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14941&	Buenovela Home	https://www.facebook.com/100093629167960/	38,295	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	werarts.com	VIDEO	🔥🔥🔥2025 NOVELA MÁS CALIENTE	https://werarts.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14941&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480488095_996412125690191_8683062282375210356_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CCyR9LG-BCAQ7kNvgHlsh_E&_nc_oc=AdgNSCyYY96BnGXzB4JPMStdIpDFDDQx27jnsiV4SwuVn8-xw9W1smOj_k4vcNsAxAzR47uir8kDO9jpBEEMSnfw&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=AfAa7wiXBHexgogmjez-pbX&oh=00_AYDyD3tV-DGpV4Ir23F6QCdD8kOH9zTBNT_xYvjO3vaT3w&oe=67C5FB4A	PERSON_PROFILE	Buenovela Home	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,327	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703248}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Broadway Magic Unfolds!🌟	🌟 Broadway sparkle with a twist! SFGMC dazzles on Mar 29. Don't miss out! 📍 Curran Theatre, SF	SHOP_NOW	https://www.sfgmc.org/broadway-our-way-meta?&utm_s	San Francisco Gay Men's Chorus	https://www.facebook.com/SFGMC/	28,171	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	sfgmc.org/broadway-our-way	DCO	Tickets on sale now!	https://www.sfgmc.org/broadway-our-way-meta?&utm_source=meta&utm_medium=paid+social&utm_campaign=broadway+our+way	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481080899_659355796437747_2517467503821848654_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=U9iyNcyUal0Q7kNvgHQkFks&_nc_oc=AdiCyh13vmTWH17_UV6vVD3ZUd-KUPF0BZryWQD6aaY6W9UXoge-XD770o7wsUOgWXwoCUOav6k3-vPD15lqLuaG&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=AVXFo7hgs_R-ECwedL43_Ss&oh=00_AYDE0hkaCZAx4sGEJw1K4IwPIu9XWqxEpAFx9VxZnUcAlg&oe=67C5CDBE	PERSON_PROFILE	San Francisco Gay Men's Chorus	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

Page 23 of 68, showing 20 record(s) out of 1,349 total

Download CSV New Ads

Search

Ads