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2,612,138	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2612172}'	No	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	The Vampire And His Blood Wife👉👉👉	The Vampire And His Blood Wife ONLY on Drama Time.🎬 Don't miss out! Watch the series you've been wanting to see. No regrets, just pure entertainment! #Must SeeTV #No Regrets #Watch Now	WATCH_MORE		Romantic Love	https://www.facebook.com/61557838064349/	345	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch More		DCO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461181231_26965213796459071_4397342061172772226_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=eolTep1R610Q7kNvgEg6l1o&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AhVqF89XfKwAXUSPMiXFgFc&oh=00_AYCguu-XIHTfz4Px_PSfF6K4ZOCiWIARqP6JhbHBKaELuQ&oe=675C29C9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Romantic Love	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,612,140	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2612172}'	No	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	The Vampire And His Blood Wife👉👉👉	The Vampire And His Blood Wife ONLY on Drama Time.🎬 Don't miss out! Watch the series you've been wanting to see. No regrets, just pure entertainment! #Must SeeTV #No Regrets #Watch Now	WATCH_MORE		Romantic Love	https://www.facebook.com/61557838064349/	345	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch More		DCO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461181231_26965213796459071_4397342061172772226_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=eolTep1R610Q7kNvgEg6l1o&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AhVqF89XfKwAXUSPMiXFgFc&oh=00_AYCguu-XIHTfz4Px_PSfF6K4ZOCiWIARqP6JhbHBKaELuQ&oe=675C29C9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Romantic Love	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,612,404	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2612405}'	Yes	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	Agatha Christie's in hot water...	Agatha Christie is about to embark on a new, gripping murder case. But this time, she’s not the author – she’s a suspect…	SHOP_NOW	https://www.amazon.ca/Case-Christie-Conspiracy-Kel	Kelly Oliver Books	https://www.facebook.com/kellyoliverauthor/	17,828	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	https://www.amazon.ca/Case-Christie-Conspiracy-Kel...	DCO	New Mystery from Kelly Oliver	https://www.amazon.ca/Case-Christie-Conspiracy-Kelly-Oliver-ebook/dp/B0DFXWPCFP	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469776623_553834120901896_6288872249081791166_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=JOxqbU07NkgQ7kNvgFc7vI5&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AalUypB0k1W3IyfGC-b3B7i&oh=00_AYAgFr5id3VmZAYkz2dXD0fC6hHKgpQGgKYtCF8c8QWTFg&oe=675C1B80	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Kelly Oliver Books	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,612,854	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2612855}'	Yes	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	My husband, Ryan Carbon, was entwining with another woman. I glimpsed the two of them through the wall of pretty pink roses climbing the trellises partially concealing their indiscretion, recoiling as I recognised who was entangled with my husband. She was the wife of Ryan's friend. Ryan nuzzled Liza’s neck and I heard the chink of his belt buckle, followed by a giggle. The lying, cheating prick. How could he do that to me? I wasn’t going to let him get away with it. I should storm out there, rip that bimbo's hair from her scalp, scratch his eyes out and throw my shiny gold band at him. --- "You screwed Lisa at the wedding, got drunk at night, didn't even know I was gone. It took you three months to come to me and apologize. You're a hypocrite. I'll never forgive you again. Just go." ———————— The last thing I expected to find when I rounded the corner of the beautiful white wooden summer house, which glowed ethereal in the setting sun, was my husband of seven hours and twenty-four minutes, Ryan Carbon, entwined in the arms of another woman. I’d wanted a break from the loud music, to cool down from the sticky evening and get some fresh air. I’d barely seen my husband since our first dance, there’d been too many people queuing up to offer their congratulations, telling me how stunning I looked in my bridal gown and how happy they were for us both. The afternoon had morphed into the evening at such speed my head spun but not as much as it was spinning now at the sight before me. I glimpsed the two of them through the wall of pretty pink roses climbing the trellises partially concealing their indiscretion, recoiling as I recognised who was entangled with my husband. Ryan’s hand glided over Bobby’s wife’s olive skin, straying up her thigh and under her black dress, the other clasped around her birdlike neck. Short moans of pleasure escaped Liza’s full lips and her head lolled back, eyelids fluttering. I froze on the manicured lawn, not wanting to be seen. The two of them blissfully unaware they had a spectator. Sounds of our wedding reception blared out from the house, guests dancing to ‘Come on Eileen’, stamping their feet on the dance floor with no idea the groom was already breaking his vows. A painful eruption began in my chest, a volcano getting ready to blow, hitting me with a grief so profound, it swallowed me whole. My lips parted to speak, but nothing came out. I had no words nor voice for the sight before me. Ryan nuzzled Liza’s neck and I heard the chink of his belt buckle, followed by a giggle. Vomit forced its way up my throat and I gagged, backing away on the grass before taking off my heels and turning to flee. Blinking rapidly, I stumbled back towards the house, trying to exorcise the scene I’d witnessed from my eyes. A few hours ago, we’d promised to love and cherish one another, but after the photos were over, he’d hit the whisky hard. As the whirlwind of greeting guests for the evening reception got underway, being congratulated and making small talk, I’d seen my husband fleetingly as he worked the room, a tumbler in hand. He’d been bought drink after drink and I knew he might not even find his way to the honeymoon suite later. It didn’t matter, it was our wedding day, a celebration. Everyone was entitled to let their hair down. Liza was my friend; she and Bobby were our friends and the betrayal sliced into my heart like a knife through butter. ‘Seen Liza, Kel?’ Bobby swayed in front of me when I reached the grand staircase, his eyes glazed. I swallowed the lump in my throat, unable to look at him. Bobby was Liza’s husband as well as being Ryan’s best friend and business partner. They’d only been married a year, yet his world had been blown apart in the past few minutes too and he didn’t even know it. ‘No, not for a while,’ I managed. ‘Ah well, she must be around somewhere,’ he turned in a full circle, arms outstretched, his sweat patches on display and worryingly unsteady on his feet. ‘You make a beautiful bride, Kel,’ he added, grabbing my hand and pecking it, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, showcasing his dimples. His curly mop of brown hair fell into his eyes. ‘Thanks, Bob,’ I replied, the onset of tears pricking the corners of my eyes. I slid my hand out of his damp palm and took the stairs as quickly as I could manage in my heavy ivory gown. By the time I reached the honeymoon suite, my throat was thick with misery and I fumbled for the key in the satin bag hanging from my wrist. The tears came even before I had a chance to close the door to the room. Our enormous four-poster bed with crisp white sheets covered in red rose petals made me sob harder. Was it a one-off? Had Ryan got so drunk he’d made a pass at Liza or had they both been lying to me and Bobby for months? I sat on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. Life as I knew it crumbled around me. Ryan and I owned a house together in Crawley a few miles away, he ran a business with Bobby, what was he thinking? The lying, cheating prick. How could he do that to me? I wasn’t going to let him get away with it. I should storm out there, rip that bimbo’s hair from her scalp, scratch his eyes out and throw my shiny gold band at him, but it wasn’t me. I hated confrontation, I needed to think and space to do so, but how was I going to escape my own wedding reception? I looked around the grand bedroom for inspiration, glancing over at my pink suitcase, packed and ready for our flight to Crete. The honeymoon I’d been dreaming of, but now Ryan had ruined everything. Ryan’s backpack had been left beside his suitcase and I riffled through it, digging out our passports, printed tickets and euros. In a moment of inspiration, I shoved Ryan’s passport beneath the mattress of the bed, as close to the middle as I could reach, and put the rest of the items in my bag. Finally I rolled up the layers of white satin, torn lace and netting and hid my wedding dress in the empty wardrobe. Checking I had everything I needed, I dialled the taxi company. ‘Hi, I already have a pick-up booked for three forty-five tomorrow morning for Kelly Carbon, but my plans are changing. Do you have a car available now to take me from Gravetye Manor to Gatwick, North Terminal please?’	LEARN_MORE	https://b.ficsworld.com/ad/Zmljd29ybGQvMzc1NjM3LzI	Fics101	https://www.facebook.com/61554382746013/	265	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	b.ficsworld.com	VIDEO		https://b.ficsworld.com/ad/Zmljd29ybGQvMzc1NjM3LzIwMjQxMjA3MTQyODA3L3BhZ2U=?adid={{ad.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469464533_9220918357932807_3857343405047000033_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=e34lEoH8MvIQ7kNvgFgqlzB&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AAgM6ypmG-TnPdQI7tA4oY_&oh=00_AYCaL7Ut7tKl9h6m2RAOtDoQC9Bu8RQR5N3ktvcSybm4pg&oe=675BFECE	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Fics101	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,612,445	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2612443}'	No	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	The Greatest Female Singers Of All Time, Ranked	Out of the thousands of female singers who have recorded songs, these are the women who stand out.	NO_BUTTON	https://news.vt.co/en/top-hollywood-singers	Trip Thunder	https://www.facebook.com/100064008344885/	4,403	1969-12-31 18:00	No button	news.vt.co	IMAGE	These women will go down in history as some of the most legendary vocalists of all time	https://news.vt.co/en/top-hollywood-singers	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469596985_506587532407220_6071245391911762028_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=vDaq5GYZBFgQ7kNvgG1dkcI&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AHiJOs7hqUHbxX5MaR1L6cp&oh=00_AYDIpIhsW5XuZPEEhbpROJAI1CKKr_Hoxd43gsgBHnJSag&oe=675BFEFE	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Trip Thunder	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,612,638	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2612637}'	No	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	Indulge in Luxury. Treat Yourself to the Finest.	Indulge in Luxury. Treat Yourself to the Finest.	SHOP_NOW	https://www.kellytooke.com/product-page/texas-cros	kellytookeofficial	https://www.instagram.com/_u/kellytookeofficial	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	kellytooke.com	DCO	Indulge in Luxury. Treat Yourself to the Finest.	https://www.kellytooke.com/product-page/texas-crossbody	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/469511859_1587707258509318_618859529538339875_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=nfbYWubm_18Q7kNvgEq0d2q&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYCw0_UUs0KlAEEAhtEulDdzZF2otbyXn66sUFJTSV2Clg&oe=675C289F	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	kellytookeofficial	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,612,700	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2612704}'	Yes	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	Grab Your Tickets!	Cattle Country Fest	ORDER_NOW	https://cattlecountryfesttx.com/tickets/	Cattle Country Fest	https://www.facebook.com/cattlecountryfest/	14,413	1969-12-31 18:00	Order Now	cattlecountryfesttx.com	CAROUSEL	Cattle Country Fest	https://cattlecountryfesttx.com/tickets/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469455351_892983186280046_1810229166135092725_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=I94JZQ7p1v4Q7kNvgHPiAtj&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Apms08vQPX7POGwuBhk5EYF&oh=00_AYD8duX7A8fLh6Yj1GBRFKSrwJuHo0rskhry3UKFOTYlbg&oe=675C1BB6	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Cattle Country Fest	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,612,774	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	Book a tour today	Book a same-day tour with Redfin agent Kelly Yoon before the home you love is gone.	CONTACT_US	https://www.redfin.com/MN/Lakeville/18799-Hamel-Ct	Redfin	https://www.facebook.com/redfin/	468,045	1969-12-31 18:00	Contact us	redfin.com	IMAGE	Your perfect home is waiting	https://www.redfin.com/MN/Lakeville/18799-Hamel-Ct-55044/home/180869395	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469618290_1032233941922311_1502539421881301821_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KkN-D2Tft9oQ7kNvgG1XVat&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Az-jpOyG_4SPDAPDRJoP4-j&oh=00_AYC_651hmzZM6SChS0lAegJAAoQf8yIJDG5uz8m8YDT_rQ&oe=675C2B79	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Redfin	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,612,913	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2612912}'	Yes	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	🔥 ¡Aprende ahora!	¡Aprende la MEJOR técnica de masaje íntimo de América con el ÚNICO curso que ofrece video lecciones prácticas con modelos reales! Haz clic en el botón 'Saber más' AHORA, ¡las inscripciones se están cerrando rápidamente!	LEARN_MORE	https://joy-teaches.store/qdlay/	Joy Kelly	https://www.facebook.com/61552770085884/	386	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	joy-teaches.store	DCO	⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (9.9/10)	https://joy-teaches.store/qdlay/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469617813_2075057472951931_5373045097892711334_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=llae6uqoGlEQ7kNvgGohZ4f&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AKbEyMgyeboou9sWRIaVJqY&oh=00_AYBuFC0FQ-B49Ox4CyjEqgezuEvY1vGAtOrpRWWRIhPzmg&oe=675C2FE6	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Joy Kelly	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,612,412	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2612411}'	No	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	Find Dental Implant Schools Near You 🔍	Get dental implants, dentures, crowns and more at discounted rates..	LEARN_MORE	https://trk.techtimes360.com/cf/r/6746098109748a00	Kelly Ellis	https://www.facebook.com/mybrilliantgadgets/	3,936	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	dental-implant-school-finds.today	IMAGE	dental implant schools near you,dental schools offering implants,dental full mouth implants cost,dentist and implants near me,dental dentist nearby,dental implants clinic nearby,dental schools nearby	https://trk.techtimes360.com/cf/r/6746098109748a00123bacc0?ad_id={{ad.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&campaign_name={{campaign.name}}&source={{site_source_name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468977119_892343889680551_9204198719447185210_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KekpYAtsWdoQ7kNvgFjqRBP&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AalUypB0k1W3IyfGC-b3B7i&oh=00_AYCup4AfErAhQEW2_ArDqFeNuB3bd7md9uKX79qhDHRmjw&oe=675C236F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Kelly Ellis	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,612,426	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	FREE with Kindle Unlimited	They are neighbors with nothing in common except a fence and a spark that could start a forest fire. Will the flame between Sage and Cannon ignite or fizzle out? Nurse Sage Nichols’ life isn’t going as planned. When a favorite patient passes away, Sage abandons her post for a few minutes longer than planned — and just like that, she’s without a job and a paycheck. But Sage’s patient left her a parting gift: an old bed-and-breakfast in the heart of the Rockies. So, determined to sell the property and return to Denver for a fresh start, Sage heads north to the mountains. When Cannon Bishop’s mother died, he gave up his dreams of leaving Aspen Cove for good and returned to run the family business. As owner of the only bar and son to the town drunk, he’s got no room in his life for a woman. But when Sage Nichols breezes into town, she changes everything. And if there’s one thing Cannon hates, it’s change. Recruited by the local doctor, Sage finds herself more involved in small town life than she intended. But the warm welcome she receives from the locals does not extend to the man next door. Trust sprouts unexpectedly between them and when Sage’s plan to return to Denver falls through, she is left wondering if her future might lie in Aspen Cove after all. Sometimes love gets in the way of the best laid plans… Welcome to Aspen Cove, the tiny Colorado town where fresh starts, hope, and true love live…	LEARN_MORE	https://www.amazon.com/One-Hundred-Reasons-Small-R	Author Kelly Collins	https://www.facebook.com/authorkelleycollins/	6,411	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	amazon.com	IMAGE		https://www.amazon.com/One-Hundred-Reasons-Small-Romance/dp/B0BRLRS6YN?maas=maas_adg_F14131D1D3915156D0ED8EE3CBA5CC41_afap_abs&ref_=aa_maas&tag=maas	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468090498_917731916962435_8656486601058054071_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8M1zm6Gu3QoQ7kNvgEhcuDx&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A5YfCJH6VCavBStI3bo75mD&oh=00_AYBGYjmttGHbYv_VwLf7O-z2yQe9c_Fkkx2V4Ji01GTfPw&oe=675C1875	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Author Kelly Collins	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,612,431	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	✨Continue to watch the full series! 👉👉	🎉✨ You won’t believe how incredible this drama is! 😍 I couldn't tear myself away from the screen—it’s packed with captivating twists 🔄 and unforgettable characters! 🌟🎭 Don’t miss out on the excitement—tune in now and experience the magic for yourself! 🍿💖🔥 Get ready for an unforgettable ride! 🎢💫 💖 Uncover the Love in “Hidden Hearts”! Noah Morgan, a billionaire CEO 💼💰, has spent years searching for the girl who saved his life as a child. Little does he know, she’s been right beside him all along—his overlooked contract wife and loyal secretary, Mara! 👩‍💼✨ As hidden truths come to light 🔍💡, Noah must confront the past and rediscover the love he never knew he had. ❤️🌹 Will he finally realize what’s been in front of him all along? Don’t miss this captivating tale of love, redemption, and second chances! 🌟💞 🎥 Ready for an unforgettable experience?🍿✨ Don’t wait—hit that play button! 👇👇👇 #Drama #SweetLove #LoveStory #ShortDrama #Movie #Film #Reel #Short #Christmas	WATCH_MORE	https://vlogsnapper.com/videos/518?token=Btkz5r3Z&	RealShort TV	https://www.facebook.com/61553161994332/	49	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch more	vlogsnapper.com	VIDEO		https://vlogsnapper.com/videos/518?token=Btkz5r3Z&lang=en	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469045067_1153933482920388_6860388573321640327_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zouCIjAaZ1AQ7kNvgGM0dCd&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A5YfCJH6VCavBStI3bo75mD&oh=00_AYCWk_RzJx09LMwGvRxCxB37b6fiqRxz_vqqcCFDNQ4HEA&oe=675C1FAA	PERSON_PROFILE	0	RealShort TV	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,612,462	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2612753}'	Yes	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	💗 Download Goodnovel to read the full novel 💗👉👉👉👉 "My Secret, My Bully, My Mates."	I was bullied over and over at school. My Beta father and brother stood by, coldly watching. They thought I was too weak to fight back. What they didn’t know was that my wolf was the strongest warrior in the pack... * SLAM. The slap hit harder than usual. “What did I do this time, princess?” I taunted, mocking Kaley. “You loser, don’t you dare stop me from disciplining that pup!” she hissed. Everyone around us watched or laughed, including my Beta brother and the future leaders of the pack. “Pick on someone your own size,” I shot back. Another slap followed, blood dripping down my face. But I didn’t care. I had my wolf—stronger than anyone could imagine. No one could see the real me. It’s better that Kaley targets me than any vulnerable pups in the pack. All I needed to do was keep my head low, train hard, and one day, leave this pathetic pack behind. Training was the one place where I didn’t have to worry about Kaley. It was where I could just be myself, unnoticed, free from her cruelty. But today... everything changed. Sierra walked in like she owned the place. The guys couldn’t stop staring at her during practice. “Alright, Sierra, you’re on the attack. Skylar, use the new defensive move and try to pin her in less than thirty seconds,” Delta Kyle called out. I froze. Sierra looked stronger than me, and I wasn’t ready to show anyone my true strength. The room buzzed with disbelief—mumbles of “What?” and “Thirty seconds? No way.” Even my Beta brother shifted uncomfortably, while the twin Alphas eyed me intently. My wolf stirred uneasily. We had always preferred staying in the shadows, but now... that wasn’t an option. “No one can do that in thirty seconds,” a voice sneered from the back. A chorus of laughs followed. The guys were full of themselves, unable to even handle basic moves in training. My blood boiled, my wolf growled. Shall we? I asked her. Oh, kiddo, I thought you’d never ask. * The rest of the day passed in a blur after I beat Sierra in the practice drill. Somehow, we ended up becoming friends. Now, we were both invited to the bonfire party—by the hottest guys in school. Surrounded by the future twin Alphas, Beta, Gamma, and Delta, I could feel their eyes on me, full of curiosity. I tried to focus on the bonfire, hoping my cheeks would cool down from the attention. Alpha Cameron casually mentioned that his dad—the pack Alpha—had told him that all the warriors tried and failed to match my time record from earlier. He asked how I’d done it, and his twin, Alpha Dakota, was just as curious. “I just attend all the training sessions,” I shrugged, trying to downplay it. The group around me inhaled sharply. Gamma Oliver nearly choked on his beer, “How do you even have time for all that training? Don’t you hang out with friends?” They had no idea. I didn’t have any friends before. Kaley made sure of that—she made anyone who even looked at me suffer... Just then, a shrill voice pierced the air. It was Kaley. She strutted in with her minions, Jeanie and Marnie, all in tight skirts and high heels, immediately drawing attention. I felt a wave of regret. Maybe I shouldn’t have come. But to my surprise, the guys didn’t look thrilled by her entrance either. Kaley didn’t care. She marched straight over to Cameron and Dakota, wine in hand, pouting and giggling. “I forgot the wine glasses,” she cooed, trying to play the damsel in distress. Sierra, ever the bold one, smiled sweetly. “You could just drink from the bottle.” Kaley shot her a venomous glare, clearly irritated by how comfortable Sierra seemed sitting in Sam’s lap. Ignoring Sierra, she began suggesting the boys take shots off the girls. She flipped her hair, batted her lashes at Cameron and Dakota, clearly trying to charm them into her trap. Sam hesitated, then spoke up. 'I’d like to pair up with Sierra.' He was struggling to find a way to take things further with Sierra. Kaley immediately claimed the twins for herself, while her minions took Beta and Gamma. Everyone had a partner... except for me. Kaley acted as if I didn’t mind being left out. That’s when Oliver pointed at me and said, “Skylar needs a partner too.” My face turned bright red. Kaley’s expression twisted in disgust. She waved her hand dismissively, scoffing, “I’m sure she doesn’t mind being the odd one out.” But the moment the words left her mouth, something shifted. The guys—all five of them—turned to her with a collective growl.	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2,612,841	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2612837}'	No	2024-12-08 19:12	active	1975	💖😍one click to continue FREE reading👉	My ideal lover would be a guy who is not in a hurry to get rest, loves literature and books, and is polite. My sister says that such men are extinct in the 21st century. She accused me of always daydreaming about nerd stuff, which is why I still haven’t cashed in my v-card. I mean, why should I? I've never been in love before. I’m just waiting for something more intimate. But I'm living in a fairy tale now that Daniel has shown up. We've been dating for a few months now after falling in love at first sight at a bookstore. He's thoughtful and attentive and a good listener, which is often the role I play - after all, my specialty is counseling. He doesn’t try to push me to go too far too fast, which sets him apart from other guys and suits my own pace perfectly. Today, in the bookstore where we first met, I take a sip of my cappuccino as I look over my boyfriend’s tall, lanky form, his curly chestnut hair falling into his green eyes. Daniel always dresses so nicely, today in perfectly-pressed grey pants, a shining silver watch at his wrist. Wait, I think, narrowing my eyes and looking closer. Are those diamonds below the glass face? I bite my lip, wondering why my boyfriend has a diamond watch. I mean, I’m just a broke grad student – is he rich? There’s movement over Daniel’s shoulder, and as I look, my eyes go wide. “Daniel, there’s…a guy over there. And he’s staring right at us.” Daniel turns to look directly at the brawny guy, well over six feet and chorded with muscle. His professional suit does nothing to disguise the roughness of his hands, the cruel scar that runs diagonally over his face, almost splitting his nose in two. “Oh, um,” Daniel says, shrugging. “Don’t worry about him.” “Don’t worry about him!?” I whisper, a little scared. “Daniel, he’s looking right at –“ “No, I mean, he’s with me.” Daniel gives me an apologetic smile as my mouth falls open in shock. “That’s Parker, he’s…well. He’s kind of my body guard.” “Oh,” I say, pulling my mouth shut into an awkward O. I stare at Daniel. He needs a bodyguard? How rich is he? “Yeah, just ignore him,” Daniel says, giving me a cool smile. “My dad gets overprotective,” he rolls his eyes at this. “Honestly, he’s so stressed out about safety that he could use a shrink like you to give him some counseling.” Daniel laughs at this, lightening the mood. “Anytime,” I mutter, nervously playing with my long red hair, worrying about the mismatch between Daniel’s wealth and my church-mouse status. I’ve never met anyone before who has a bodyguard. “Can I get you anything else?” Both Daniel and I look up at the baristo who smiles down at us, a really handsome blonde-haired guy who has an apron tied around his waist. “No thanks, Colin,” I say, giving him a big grin. “Actually, can we both get refills?” Daniel says, giving Colin a slow smile. “Oh, actually…“ I say, looking up at the clock and pushing my hair back behind my ears. If I don’t leave now, I’m definitely going to be late for my job doing psych evaluations at the state prison. “She’ll take hers to go then,” Daniel says, rising from our sofa. “Here, I’ll help you.” He follows Colin back to the coffee counter. I start to pack up my bag, intent on catching the next trolly, when I notice Daniel’s phone vibrating on the table, a call coming in. When the number disappears, Daniel’s home screen shows a family photo. The tall man in the back is certainly his dad, the other maybe an older brother? As I try to puzzle it out, the phone rings again – the same number. On impulse, I grab Daniel’s phone and sling my packed bag over my shoulder, heading towards the coffee counter. “Daniel,” I say, slipping behind the counter, “you’re getting a phone call –“ But there’s no one back here. I look around, confused – I definitely just saw Colin and Daniel head this way… I hear a noise from the storage room, a strange and muffled thump and a moan. I take two steps forward and peek around the door, maybe they both – Oh my god. Not two feet from me, my boyfriend presses Colin up against the wall of the storage room, one fist wrapped in the fabric of his shirt – kissing him passionately - Colin’s eyes are opened, his sights looking at the coat of Daniel’s suit, his sight already flash, speaking his name – my friend’s name – “Are you kidding me!?” I yell, not even thinking as I hurl the phone at Daniel and his lover. Both boys jump, leaping apart. “Fay – I – “ Daniel’s face is full of shock. Tears in my eyes, I run from the room and from the coffee shop. “Fay!” Daniel spills out onto the street behind me. “You don’t understand!” He grabs my arm, pulling me back to him. “I really like you,” he says, his eyes filled with apology. “You’re amazing - it’s just that my family wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t approve –“ “So what,” I asked, surprised. “You just want me to be your pretend girlfriend!? Sorry,” I rip my arm from his hand. “Not interested.” “Please, Fay!” Daniel calls after me as I run away. “Please – I can make this right! How much do you want? One million? Three million? I can-" I see him pull the checkbook out of his pocket. "I don't want your money!" I say, my voice mocking. Daniel blinks and I turn away. "I’ll keep your secret, you don’t need to pay me off. I just don't want to see you again." And just like that, my fairy tale with Prince Charming was over. I hurry down the street, my eyes filling with angry tears. Two hours later, I’m seated at a plastic table in a cinder-block cell, my eyes dried up and my hair tied back in what I hope is a professional look. My leg jitters with nerves and, I think, a little bit of aftershock. I still can’t believe what Daniel did to me. But I straighten up in my seat, taking a deep breath. I have to concentrate on my job now, and I’m incredibly nervous about my next assignment. I’ve only been assigned basic white-collar criminals thus far, but today I have to make an assessment of Kent Lippert, the man known as our city’s Mafia King. His unmatched cruelty and the unbelievable lengths he takes to protect his power are infamous in this town. I hear the hallway door clang open and stand up from my chair, pressing my hands against my blazer to straighten it. This is the most nervous I’ve been since I started this gig. The guards bring Lippert around the corner and I’m surprised – I expected Lippert to be a fat, old, balding man – the kind of greasy lowlife who belongs in our city’s underworld. But this man is trim and tall, moving with a kind of dangerous grace. My eyes follow the way his shoulders shift beneath the fabric of his uniform, the way that the guards quail, a little, as they unlock the cuffs on his hands. I gasp as my eyes finally fall on Lippert’s face, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes – oh my god. I’ve seen this man before. I saw him today, in a picture on my boyfriend’s phone – And again, younger, etched in the features of my boyfriend’s own face. Daniel isn’t just some rich kid. He’s the son of the Mafia King. Kent leans his shoulder against the bars of his cell, his well-muscled arms crossed against his chest. What was he doing in this local prison, created to catch the overflow of the city’s rampant gangs? He was their king, after all. And to think, Kent was here by choice. His lip raises in derision as he shakes his head, wondering if he made the right decision, intentionally getting caught so he could get in here, just for the chance to talk to the warden. Two blue-uniformed guards walk down the row towards him. “Lippert?” They ask. “Warden wants to see you.” They cuff him and take him to the warden’s office. Kent sits down on a chair in front of him, wordless, waiting for the guards to leave. “So,” Sven says, closing his file. “I’m surprised you had the balls to come to my turn for a negotiation, Lippert. It’s brave.” The public didn’t know it, but Warden Sven not only runs this prison, but leverages his control over it to take a significant stake in the workings of the city’s underworld. He is as dirty as the rest of them, and if other bosses go against him? He locks them up. Quite a trump card in this world where one of the only things that stops a gangster is a stay in prison. “I’ll be out soon enough,” Kent responds, leaning back in his chair. “We have to talk about Ivan.” “Ivan?” Sven looks at him closely. “He’s chicken one.” Kent shakes his head slowly. “He’s just a kid, but he’s getting a foot in the good game. But because he’s green he doesn’t have the grit or the resources to handle it.” He pauses a moment, taking Sven in. “He’s getting backed into a corner,” Kent continues, “and it’s making him ruthless. He’s not coming to meetings of the families, he’s killing at will – made men, as well as wise guys. He has to be stopped, Sven. Or he’s going to wreck it for all of us.” Sven leans back into his chair, considering. Kent steels himself, staring Sven down. Antony, his cousin and second-in-command, had told him it was foolish to lock himself up for months just for the chance to talk to Sven. But Kent had a gut feeling this was the right call. An alliance with Sven against Ivan was going to pay off. Big time. “I see your point,” Sven says, breathing out through his nose. “Ivan’s too big for his britches, eh? It’s a delicate ecosystem,” he says, holding his hands out like a set of scales to demonstrate the balance. “We’ve all got to play our parts. If he pushes too far, he destroys it for all of us.” Sven nods, considering his next words before continuing. “I have to admit, Lippert, I’m impressed with your persistence in this matter. I’ve done good work isolating myself, protecting myself, but you found a way in. Not everyone would come to my turf, and stay so long, just for a meeting with me. I respect that. You’re a real capo, a good guy. I’m glad that I know this.” Kent nods, silently confirming this read of him. That’s exactly how he wanted Sven to feel. “Ivan’s a mad dog,” Kent says. “We’ve got to put him down. I’ll provide the muscle; all I ask is that you let us. Don’t interfere. As for the spoils…we split fifty-fifty.” Sven eyes him, considering. “I want eighty-twenty, for my agreement to let you handle it.” Kent doesn’t let his frustration show. He doesn’t care if Sven takes it all, honestly – Sven has power, but he’s notoriously low on cash, a problem Kent doesn’t have. But he can’t let himself be bowled over. “Sixty-forty,” he says, stern. Sven shrugs, not agreeing yet, but not pushing the matter further. “What about the other bosses?” he asks. “Are you anticipating pushback from Alden?” Kent shakes his head quickly. “Alden’s distracted. His guys are running the game, but he’s got some new clue about his lost kid.” He waves a hand, dismissing it. “He’s not going to take a side.” Sven nods, giving him a small smile, and Kent realizes that Sven already knew this. Sven might not have cash, but he does trade in secrets. Likely, Alden got the clue from him to begin with. Kent narrows his eyes, realizing that question was a test. He doesn’t like being tested. “Do we have a deal?” Sven shrugs, again noncommittal. He turns in his chair to stare at a calendar on his wall, the picture of a beautiful vineyard somewhere in Europe. “You know, I had a lovely glass of wine the other day. From Napa. But I gotta tell you, Lippert,” he turns here, looking Kent directly in the eye. “It left me a little parched, a little…too dry.” Sven’s lips start to lift in a cold smirk. “You wouldn’t happen to know…anywhere else. Where a man could get a finer glass of wine. A really good drink. Would you?” Kent flicks his eyes to the calendar again, realizing suddenly that the picture on the wall is a picture of his vineyard, the calendar likely produced as a promotional gift for tourists. Sven knew exactly what Kent would ask even before he set foot in the room, and he knew exactly the price of his cooperation. “France,” Kent says slowly, narrowing his eyes and staring at Sven. Perhaps not such a clean alliance after all. “The best wine in the world comes from France.” “You know, I’d like to try that wine,” Sven says, turning back to the picture, all innocence. “I’d like to get a foot in the industry too. Maybe get some property there, some day.” “Done.” Kent said. It’s worth the price. A good meeting. Kent leaves satisfied. As they walk down the hall, one of the guards turns to him. “We’ve been ordered to take you along to your psychological assessment before returning you to your cell,” he informs him. Kent glares at him, but says nothing. The guard shrugs. “Standard procedure, Lippert. All prisoners gotta do it.” Kent stays silent, following. Sven is pushing it, making him undergo psychological testing, when he’d be out of here tomorrow. He’s just trying to collect more secrets. Kent follows the guards to a cinder-block cell at the end of the hallway, noting that his lawyer is standing outside the door. The lawyer rolls his eyes to Kent and points at his watch, indicating that he’ll have him out of here in no time. Kent nods, and then focuses his attention on the door. He’s surprised, when it opens, to see a girl inside. Not a girl, perhaps, a young woman – twenty-three, at the most. She stands up, clearly anxious, biting her lip and playing with the long red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder. Her mouth falls open, just slightly, as she takes him in. God knows, Kent thinks, his whole body going tense at the sight of her – those long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white skirt, that ridiculous blazer that she wears so people like him will take her seriously. He can tell from a single glance that she’s pure as the driven snow – ambitious but poor, eager to prove herself. His eyes rove over her, considering what she’d look like if he ripped that blazer off of her. He focuses, again, on those red lips, slightly parted. His breath hisses from his mouth at the sight of those lips, at the thought of what he could do with them. “Um,” she says, hesitant. He snaps his attention back to her jewel-blue eyes. “My name is Fay Thompson? I’m here to do your preliminary interview for state psychological assessment?” Kent grits his teeth, denying his urge to smile slowly at the fact that her statements are presented as questions. God, she’s perfect, this little angel. The feral, leashed part of him wants to know what she’d look like with a little bit of the underworld’s grime smeared all over her. “Hello, Fay,” he says, his voice low and hungry as he moves forward and settles into his chair. “Where do we begin?” I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from this man, sensing that I’m the doe to his wolf. It feels almost as if he could leap across this table at any moment and gobble me up. Daniel’s father is Kent Lippert, the Mafia King of our city. That’s why he has a bodyguard, that’s why he has so much money – I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Lippert, realizing that this is also why Daniel is hiding his sexuality – the mafia of our city are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted, especially an only son – God, he really did want me to be his beard – Poor Daniel, he’s got to hide everything he loves – Suddenly, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights. I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain. “So,” I say, turning back to my papers, nervous. You’ve done this a thousand times, Fay! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! “Can you please state your name for me, and place of birth?” “I believe,” Lippert says slowly, “That you’re already aware of my history.” He leans back, studying me. I lift my eyes to glare at his impudence – he’s so rude. But, unfortunately, he’s right. Everyone in this city knows this information. I quickly fill out the form. I glance up at him, struck again by his similarity to Daniel. The profile, especially, is almost exactly the same – but whereas Daniel is gentle, refined, Kent has a grim, lethal quality to his face. I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. Somehow, I imagine that they’re Kent’s fingers… I quickly dismiss the thought and focus. “The rest of the questions that I ask you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,” I say, giving the canned speech I’m required to say to all inmates. “The state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly as part of the assessment. Do you understand?” He is silent in response and I look up at him, a knee-jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient. He’s smirking at me, unblinking. “Little girl,” he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “what gives you the right to ask me anything about my history and my mind?” I sit straight in my chair, unnerved by such a question. “The state has hired me to administer these examinations –“ “Do you have a degree?” he cuts in. “Some kind of…certificate?” The final word is heavy with derision. I frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified paperwork from the state which qualifies me for this position. “Here,” I say, returning his glare. “If you’re so curious.” I reach across the table to hand it to him. A second before he grabs my wrist, I realize my mistake. He snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table. It doesn’t quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up at him, terrified as he brings my hand close to his face, and then – Oh my god – Slowly, indulgently, he runs his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist. “Camomile, lavender,” he murmurs, closing his eyes, indulging in my scent. “So fresh and clean,” he says. Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to see my reaction as he says, “you must be a good man.” My lip trembles in shock, in awe. His eyes eat me up, savoring the tremble of my lips, my wide, terrified eyes. A guard flies through the door “Hands off!” he yells, but Kent has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly calm. “Sorry,” he says, smirking, his eyes on me. “Won’t happen again.” I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him. “Are you all right, miss?” the guard says, leaning forward to look me over. “I’m fine,” I say, rubbing my wrist with my other hand. I’m not hurt – just…shocked. I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. “We will…we will proceed.” I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview. I give Lippert a steady glare, raising my chin. I’m tougher than he thinks I am. At least, I hope I am. I pick up my pen again, grateful that my hands aren’t shaking. “Please,” I say, focusing again on the paper. “Can you tell me about the crime for which you were imprisoned? I see,” “Your little skirt,” he says, grinning at the fact that he’s riled me so easily, “is also very precious. You have beautiful legs, and it’s the perfect length to –“ “Please, sir,” I repeat, surprised to hear it come out in a shaky little growl. “I demand your respect in this process. Please be aware that what I report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for early release. So I suggest that you take this process seriously.” He enrages me further by laughing at me – actually laughing at me – “Darling,” he says, leaning forward. “I couldn’t take you seriously if I tried. “ My mouth falls open and I blink at him, shocked, but it quickly turns to rage. I slam my hand on the table, but he only laughs harder. “Sir!” I say. “This is an important process!” I hit the table again for emphasis, my hand stinging. He just watches my every movement. “I understand, Doc,” he says. “I’m here, aren’t I? Go ahead. Assess me.” He waves a hand at his body, his powerful muscles, his unyielding gaze. I stare into his eyes and feel overwhelmed, almost hypnotized by his glare. I dart my eyes away, staring down at the floor – anywhere but at him. “You looked away first,” he murmurs, studying me. “On the battlefield, this means you’d have died by my hand. Weak.” Riled, I raise my eyes again to him, determined. “Good,” he laughs. “I like my girls with a little fight in them.” My face goes pale and red at once, enraged, mortified to have fallen for his trick, but also – god knows – I feel my heart go hard under my blazer. His eyes move to my chest, as if he knows it, the hum in his chest deepening. I grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast as I can. Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued imprisonment, without parole. “This is finished.” I say, decided, gathering my papers as fast as I can and shoving them, crinkled, into my bag. I can hear him laughing softly at me as I hurry. I take a breath, straighten my shoulders, and then give him what I hope is a withering glare as I move towards the door. I pound twice on the metal and the guard lets me out. I don’t look at Lippert again as I start to leave. “Oh, Doctor,” I hear his voice echo behind me. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I turn to hear his parting words. “I’ll see you on the outside,” he says, giving me a dark smirk. “You can count on it.” “Not if I have anything to say about it,” I murmur, my voice trembling as the guard opens the door and I storm out. My paperwork recommends his eternal imprisonment. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll never see him again, and good riddance. “I’m just saying,” Janeen says, shrugging as she slides an omelet out onto a plate. “It’s a red flag when a guy doesn’t want to meet her friends and family. I mean, who even is this Daniel guy, anyway?” I stop dead on the stairs hearing these words, just three steps away from the kitchen. I stay still, hoping to hear what Janeen and dad really think. “I’m just saying,” dad says, shrugging in his chair at the table. “I think you should trust Fay a little more. She’s a clever girl.” He turns and looks directly at me. “Aren’t you, kid?” I scowl, embarrassed to be caught eavesdropping. I take the final steps down into the kitchen and give dad a kiss on the cheek, sitting down in the chair next to him. “I’m smart, but I’m not a kid anymore. Time to update the nickname.” “Never,” he says, smiling at me. “You’re my kiddo forever.” Janeen brings me a plate of eggs, patting me on the head. Even though we’re not related by blood, she treats me just as any condescending big sister would. I came to live with David and Janeen when David married my mom. Even after mom died in her car accident only two years after the wedding, David never gave me any reason to think of him as anything besides my dad. I love him just as much as any blood relation. I have no memories of my biological dad and no idea where he is. “So, what is it about this guy,” Janeen says, settling in her chair across from me. She’s always excited to talk about boys. “There must be something about him, especially because you’ve never called anyone your boyfriend before.” I blush. She’s right but…well, they don’t know yet that my first relationship has already ended in disaster. I’ll make something up in a week or two. “Well, he’s really sweet to me,” I say, picking up my fork and digging into my eggs. “He’s not like the other boys I met. They’re always so loud and annoying. Daniel is…different. A gentleman,” I say with a small smile. And as gay as the day is long, I can’t help but adding internally. The smile falls from my face. But really, they don’t need to know that yet. I eat my eggs quickly, eager to get away from the conversation. “He’s…gentle?” Janeen asks, raising an eyebrow, her voice skeptical. I look up at her, confused, and nod. She laughs. “Oh, poor Fay!” I put my fork down and sit up straight. “What? What’s wrong with that?” “What, he only touches you very delicately? Squires you around town?” Her voice is sarcastic here, saying it as if these are bad things. “Talks to you about books?” “Yes?” I say, drawing my brows together, getting a little angry. “What’s wrong with that!?” “Fay!” she says, leaning forward and laughing. “Come on, don’t you want a guy who gets your blood running a little bit? Not someone who gives you a little peck on the cheek, but who throws you down, makes you want to climb all over him like –“ “Oooookay,” dad says slowly, interrupting her and holding out his hands between us. There’s a smile on his face, though, good natured. “That’s a little more than a dad needs to hear.” Janeen laughs at this, popping another bite of eggs into her mouth. “Okay, touché, dad, but still. Fay, baby,” she looks at me imploringly. “Are you sure this guy isn’t gay?” My face floods red at this, a deep blush as I look down at my plate. How the things did she know?! “Oh my god,” she says, leaning forward, all eagerness. “Is he!?” “No!” I protest, stabbing at my eggs with my fork. “He’s –“ But whatever I was going to say is drowned out by Janeen’s roar of laughter. “Come on, Janeen,” dad says, sternly, after a few moments of this. “I’m sure this Daniel is a great guy.” He looks at me, then, a little pity in his eyes. “Like she says, he’s just a gentleman.” “Okay, okay,” Janeen says, wiping away tears of mirth. “I just want more for our Fay baby! You deserve passion in your relationship, as well as respect and…book talk, or whatever you do.” She shrugs. “I’m very happy,” I murmur, finishing my eggs as quick as I can. “Come down to the club with me,” Janeen says, reaching out and taking my hand. I can tell that she’s trying to make amends. “I’m not working tonight, and we can go have some fun! We’ll get free drinks and you can meet the girls!” I look up at her, hesitating. I love Janeen, but we live in totally different worlds. While I’ve spent my life at school and coffee shops, Janeen has been a night owl, working at various clubs as a servant. Not cheap sleezy places, either, but really high-end ones where they respect her work as a kind of art. She’s very talented, and she makes a ton of money. “Come onnnn” she whines. “We’ll get you more in touch with your body, get your blood flowing.” She dances in her chair, showing us some of her moves, ending with a sexy flick of her long purple hair. I laugh. Janeen has such an effervescent personality, it’s hard not to want to go wherever she’s going. “I’ll think about it,” I say, finishing my plate. “I’ve got some work to do –“ “Work work,” she says, rolling her eyes and scooping up her plate and mine. “You work way too much. Have some fun, baby!” I roll my eyes at her and pat dad on the shoulder as I head into the living room. He picks up his paper, eyes already on the sports section. When Janeen first got started in her profession, I wondered if it bothered dad. But he just said that there’s no stopping Janeen from doing precisely what she wants, so why not go along with it? “Besides,” he had said. “As long as she respects herself, why should I care if she dances in a good man or a tutu? Let her be happy.” I smile at the memory, grateful, again, for such a good dad. In the living room, I open my laptop and open a search engine. My mind drifts to Janeen’s idea that I should get more in touch with my body and my instincts. My cheeks grow red and I find myself – bizarrely – typing Kent Lippert into the search bar. I’m surprised by the results. The news channel that dad watches every night calls Lippert the Mafia King, always detailing his dirty deeds, but the sites I’m looking show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him the CEO. Another site lists positive reviews of his many businesses, with employees suggesting that he’s a great boss. Still another…god, is that Brad Pitt he’s shaking hands with in that photo? I gather my hair in my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through these results, trying to match it with that ruthless man I met in the prison the other day – “Whatcha looking at?” Janeen says, flopping onto the couch and grabbing the laptop out of my hands. “Hey!” I say, snatching at it. “Janeen, give it back!” “Oooohhhh,” she says, scrolling through the photos of Kent on the page. “Now this is a hottie who could light a little fire under me, for sure,” she says, nodding appreciatively. “Who is this guy?” “Kent Lippert,” I say, hugging my knees to my chest. “I had to interview him at the prison the other day. He was…unnerving.” Janeen flicks her eyes to me, considering. “Did he scare you?” I shrug. “A little.” She narrows her eyes a bit, snapping the laptop shut. “Okay, that’s it. You’re coming out with me tonight, baby Fay,” she says, coming across the couch to give me a big hug. “You’ve had a hard week with your gay boyfriend and scary Mafia King. You’ve got to have some fun!” I laugh, letting her wrap me up. “Okay, okay! Geeze, I’ll come.” Little did I know how much these separate aspects of my life would collide in just a few hours. -------------------------------- Open the app and continue reading the rest of the story . 👉 (It will automatically jump to the book when you open the app) 💕Due to FB has a limit on the amount of text, Pls Download Dreame to read Full version 💕<Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad> on Dreame	LEARN_MORE	https://m.dreame.com/novel/3306838528?auto_jump=tr	Dreame Story Here	https://www.facebook.com/100091450006035/	4,034	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	m.dreame.com	DCO		https://m.dreame.com/novel/3306838528?auto_jump=true&utm_source=facebook_ads&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&af_c_id={{campaign.id}}&af_adset_id={{adset.id}}&af_ad_id={{ad.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469456611_1006430554582512_5930768147350017583_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=vGKhUQf8IzQQ7kNvgFgdexX&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ABheAkFffHnKjkV--WCVlDU&oh=00_AYAS6FxKVeoQT9B5d9eeTz-ufcWNsbwu_TdOpdU8lRMeKQ&oe=675C13D9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Dreame Story Here	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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