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1,779,029	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-05-08 18:44	active	760	812574423609932	40+ People Share the Worst Experience They've Had With Their Neighbors	Neighbor nightmares: no peace next-door! Residents reveal hell-sharing.	LEARN_MORE	https://parentztalk.com/worst-neighbors-experience	107990451757110	Green Bear Reading	https://facebook.com/100078132200438	19	1	1,191,306,228,715,898	2024-05-08 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Learn more	Green Bear Reading	120210209054230528	parentztalk.com	NONE	image	When you buy a new home, you spend hours trying to find the perfect neighborhood that has good schools, is close to your job, and is safe. But there's probably one thing you've overlooked: your neighbors. Having bad neighbors can make your life a living nightmare.From getting attacked by their dog t...	https://parentztalk.com/worst-neighbors-experience-ua/	2024-05-07 14:28	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441409389_286567117756206_582349416682009446_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_GUL7OSSf5MQ7kNvgHK7GyV&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AfDe2t3ATMuWOjvQj8JKfCngSebgGOL9vt_Sl3rs8y3ntQ&oe=6641D138	person_profile	Green Bear Reading	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/441411729_408951445264716_900062791231972106_n.jpg?_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zmEzUN1M5KAQ7kNvgG9s9dI&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AfCeY_fLbIbPoTiEZFq4SgZlJ6cEsWSJx4wBcbzEJ5ckdg&oe=6641D81E	3	Green Bear Reading	2024-05-08 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,778,754	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-05-08 18:42	active	760	1097769534648599	Simple Ritual Banished My Fungus For Good	Why did my husband keep ignoring his yellow toenails??? As much as I pestered him, he thought hiding his feet in his socks all the time would be the solution. He was too busy, and had “more important things” to deal with...<br /> <br /> But he passed it onto me and after years of failing to fully get rid of it, I ended up with nerve damage!<br /> <br /> Yeah… the yellow nails, the itchiness, the smell are all just the start. That’s the “annoying” part some people (like my husband) manage to ignore, but all the pain I experienced from nerve damage.<br /> <br /> Then my doctor telling me it could lead to amputation, how could I ever forgive him???<br /> <br /> I don’t even know how he ignored it, we both used to wake in the night from the itching.<br /> <br /> Wearing socks all the time didn’t seem to bother him, but it broke my heart not being able to wear most of the lovely shoes I’d bought over the years, or what other people were thinking when they saw them.<br /> <br /> After passing it onto me, he did finally try all the usual methods, daily foot soaking in apple cider vinegar, rubbing tea tree oil all over our toes, we even tried covering our feet in very expensive creams and sleeping with our feet in a plastic bag.<br /> <br /> But it was too late, the foot fungus never went away… it actually only got worse.<br /> <br /> The medications I got from the doctor seemed to help, but the side effects like clammy skin and dizziness made me worried every time the fungus came back and I had to use them again.<br /> <br /> I’d had enough, it was time to start sleeping in separate beds!<br /> <br /> The funny thing… he suddenly started doing EVERYTHING he could to fix things.<br /> <br /> He eventually found this video, it pinpointed why no matter what we did our foot fungus kept coming back (well it turns out even when it looked like it had gone, it hadn’t).<br /> <br /> And an all-natural routine that takes less than 5 minutes a day in the comfort of our own home that has finally kept it away.<br /> <br /> Funny how with the right motivation he managed to find the solution, I just wish he’d had found it years ago.<br /> <br /> After all the pain, arguments and stress I’m still a little on edge, but it’s been 6 months now and we are both back to clear toenails and having skin like a newborn!<br /> <br /> Take foot fungus seriously, it may be easy to cover up now, but soon you could pass it onto loved ones, or end up with painful nerve damage like I did.<br /> <br /> Learn this simple solution while you still have the chance.<br /> <br /> Tap “Learn more” now	LEARN_MORE	https://official.thebriascorner.org/ke1?utm_source	112859340188561	Bria's Corner	https://facebook.com/thebriascorner	19,944	1	1,012,869,623,749,360	2024-05-08 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Learn more	Bria's Corner	120208432351570239	official.thebriascorner.org	NONE	image	And any of the above are affecting your day to day life, you need to watch this video now to discover the simple ritual you can do from the comfort of your own home.	https://official.thebriascorner.org/ke1?utm_source={{campaign.name}}&utm_medium={{adset.name}}&utm_campaign={{ad.name}}	2024-05-08 03:37	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436108509_933487891857114_1355029176150837425_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=hgEsc1vyEKEQ7kNvgHNV33d&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AfCImVVPTmY-qeHIoh07s6nCg-bQFbacu0tzM-nRMseYVQ&oe=6641DEDA	person_profile	موسوعة	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436443108_2628258827325542_7522753279965553534_n.jpg?_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=PWKPn0sBvhMQ7kNvgHhxfMG&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AfDRcv0WvjM8YmQJOppkDYJTs6ZUnGiDIjjnshtbYn0fuQ&oe=6641D1C2	3	Bria's Corner	2024-05-08 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,778,205	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778238}'	No	2024-05-08 18:35	active	760	848823353751039	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"God, you're so wet for me, Tinkerbell," he growls in my ear, and I shiver at the sound.<br /> "You like being drilled by a stranger in the middle of a club?"<br /> I can't deny it. The very idea both terrifies and arouses me. When I don't push him away, he smiles.<br /> ————————<br /> SUMMER<br /> Pressed against the wall of the nightclub, the good-looking stranger pecks me. Tipsy and disoriented, my heart races with a mix of uncertainty and desire. I never expected my night to take such a thrilling turn.<br /> Sweat clings to my skin as the crowded club pulsates around us on this hot summer night. Loud music drowns out any semblance of conversation while flashing lights create an electrifying atmosphere, amplifying the raw energy that courses through my veins.<br /> As we remain locked in our forbidden embrace, I'm acutely aware of how out of character this is for me. Yet, there's something so undeniably exciting about living on the edge, if only for a brief moment in time. The danger and uncertainty, combined with the allure of this mysterious stranger, have awakened a long-dormant fire.<br /> The stranger's hands greedily explore my body's curves, leaving fire trails on my flushed skin. His tall frame towers over me, dark hair framing intense blue eyes that seem to pierce my very soul. Tattoos snake their way up his muscular arms, and even though I can't hear him speak over the pounding bass, the memory of his Irish accent as he drew me into this darkened corner sends shivers down my spine.<br /> Our lips collide again, and every nerve in my body awakens with a mix of hesitation, excitement, and nervousness. The sensation is intoxicating – something I've never felt before. It's as if we're dancing on the edge of a precipice, teetering between wicked and desire, and I'm powerless to resist the pull.<br /> His fingers trace the contours of my hips, pressing into my flesh with a possessiveness that terrifies and thrills me. My breath hitches in my throat as he tugs at the hem of my dress, exposing more of my quivering skin to his ravenous touch. I should be afraid, but instead, I crave more of this deliciously wrong connection.<br /> As our pecks deepen, I find myself lost in the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. The seductive dance of our tongues mirrors the chaos in my mind, each stroke sending electric jolts through my veins.<br /> What am I doing?<br /> Is this really who I want to be?<br /> Even as these thoughts race through my head, my body betrays me, responding eagerly to his every touch. I feel my heart pounding, not just from the exertion but from the thrill of the unknown. This man, this enigma who has captured my attention and ensnared me in his web of desire, holds a power over me that I can't explain.<br /> "What's your name?" I pant, wanting to know more about this stranger who has awakened such primal urges, but the cacophony of the nightclub drowns out my voice. He only smirks in response, his eyes never leaving mine, bewitching me within their depths.<br /> I'm terrified.<br /> This dark, brooding stranger has unlocked a part of me that has long been hidden away, and as much as I know I should be afraid, all I can think about is how alive I finally feel as his fingers trail up my thigh, sending shivers down my spine. My breath catches in my throat, my heart racing with anticipation and uncertainty.<br /> "Wait," I whisper, suddenly feeling the weight of our actions through the drunken haze that has descended on me from too many glasses of cheap Chardonnay. "Your name..."<br /> Something wicked and alluring dances in his blue gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he pushes my panties aside. My body tenses at the unexpected intrusion. For a moment, I feel vulnerable, exposed, and scared, but then his fingers find their target, and my resistance melts away.<br /> "Ah!" The sensation is intense, a mix of pleasure and pain as he works his fingers inside me. I cling to him, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin through the fabric of his tight black shirt. He holds me against the wall, one hand pinning me by the waist while the other sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body.<br /> I gasp, my head falling back against the wall as he picks up the pace, expertly teasing and tormenting me. My leg wraps around his waist instinctively, drawing him closer, my hips grinding against his hand in a desperate search for more of that intoxicating sensation.<br /> Raising an eyebrow in question, as if challenging me to admit just how much I crave his touch. I nod, unable to form words, and he rewards me with another delicious thrust of his fingers.<br /> Around us, the club-goers are lost in their own world of revelry, utterly oblivious to the scandalous exchange just inches from them. A tangled mass of sweaty bodies writhes on the dance floor, consumed by the pulsing beat of the music. Drinks clink, laughter rings out, and it's as if we exist in our own secret bubble, hidden from the judgmental eyes of the world.<br /> "God, you're so wet for me, Tinkerbell," he growls in my ear, and I shiver at the sound. His voice is dark and commanding, a dangerous edge that weakens my knees. "You like being drilled by a stranger in the middle of a club?"<br /> I can't deny it. The very idea both terrifies and arouses me. As much as I want to pull away, to escape this intoxicating dance of desire and danger, I find myself giving into the temptation completely.<br /> When I don't push him away, he smiles. It's sinister, and it touches a part of me that I know I should run from.<br /> But I don't.<br /> "Good girl," he purrs, sending a hot thrill down my spine. And with that, I surrender to the darkness, allowing him to take control, to push me further than I've ever dared to go before.<br /> When his body goes slack, he leans his forehead against mine, his hot breath mingling with my panting. We stay like that for a moment, him buried inside me, neither of us aware of the reality around us, time entirely lost to us.<br /> Knowing what I've just done crashes around me like a thunderstorm. I've just had unprotected with a stranger in a club in front of hundreds of people.<br /> He pulls back, that sinful smile on his face as he does up his fly.<br /> "Thanks, Tinks. I needed that."<br /> As abruptly as he entered my life, he now walks away, disappearing into the throng of club-goers without so much as a backward glance. The emptiness left in his wake engulfs me entirely, an inexplicable mixture of satisfaction and confusion swirling around inside. He had been everything I both feared and craved – and yet he vanished as quickly as a shadow in the night.<br /> My heart pounds erratically in my chest, caught between the exhilaration of what just transpired and the anguish of knowing it might never happen again. Why can't I shake this feeling? This insatiable longing for a man I don't even know?<br /> I mutter, shoving my dress down and looking around to see if anyone is looking at me.<br /> They aren't. Or if they are, they aren't doing so overtly.<br /> Wiggling my panties back into place, I feel the dampness pool, and I shudder.<br /> What have I done?<br /> Feeling nauseous with the booze and the knowledge of my actions, I lean against the cool wall, trying to catch my breath and make sense of the overwhelming mix of emotions coursing through me. The taste of him still lingers on my lips, a bittersweet reminder of what just transpired in this dim corner of the club.<br /> Tinkerbell, he'd called me, his Irish accent making the words sound like a deliciously wicked incantation. A shiver runs down my spine as I remember the way he'd looked at me, his intense blue eyes seeming to pierce through every layer of my defenses, laying my darkest desires.<br /> "Summer?" I hear my name being called faintly over the cacophony, snapping me out of my reverie. It's my friend. Her voice tinged with concern. I know she must be wondering where I've been, why I disappeared so suddenly – but how could I possibly explain the truth to her? How could I put into words the intensity of my encounter with the enigmatic stranger?<br /> "Summer, let's go home," Amelia says, finding me. "I'm way past drunk."<br /> "Same." I nod, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the club. As we make our way through the throngs of people, I glance back one last time, my eyes scanning the crowd for any glimpse of him. But he's gone, vanished like a ghost into the night.<br /> "Are you okay?" Amelia asks, her worried gaze fixed on me.<br /> I force a smile, trying to mask the turmoil within.<br /> "Fine," I lie, my voice barely audible above the din. "I'm fine."<br /> But as we step out into the cool night air, I can't shake the feeling that something has changed forever – that I've crossed a line from which there's no turning back. Part of that is fueled by beverage, hunger for the dangerous taste of forbidden desire, now awakened and impossible to ignore.<br /> ---<br /> Waking up with a raging thirst, a banging head and stiff legs, I moan against the light pouring into my bedroom through a crack in the curtains.<br /> Celebrating my twenty-fifth birthday yesterday had been a mistake. I should've stayed home, knowing I had work today.<br /> Half an hour later, and not a moment too soon, I race into the store, brushing down my clothes.<br /> "Morning, Summer," my coworker Jess greets me. "Ready for another fun-filled day?"<br /> "Thrilled," I reply sarcastically, forcing a smile. We exchange pleasantries, but my mind is elsewhere, filled with shame and lingering thoughts of Irish. That's his name now. I can't keep thinking of him as a stranger. It's unappealing and makes me edgy.<br /> "Hey, are you okay?" Jess asks concern etched on her face. "You seem off."<br /> "Long night," I admit, not wanting to divulge the details of my one-night stand. "Just need more coffee, I guess."<br /> "Ah, the hangover cure-all," she jokes, attempting to lighten the mood. "Well, hang in there. You've got this."<br /> "Thanks, Jess," I say, grateful for her support.<br /> Foregoing more coffee on my delicate stomach, I get straight to work, needing the distraction. But as I fold clothes and help customers, Irish's face haunts me. His touch lingers on my skin like a phantom caress, stirring up a risky mix of desire and guilt.<br /> I force my attention back to work, determined not to let my personal turmoil affect my performance. Customers come and go, their questions and needs pulling me out of my head for brief moments. But each time the store quiets down, the ghost of Irish returns, taunting me with his memory.<br /> As the hours drag on, my feet ache from standing, my head pounds, and I'm hungry at the same time as nauseous. I wonder if my one reckless night with the enigmatic Irishman might somehow be a twisted blessing in disguise – a chance to break free from the shackles of my mundane existence and embrace the tantalizing allure of danger and desire.<br /> As I finish restocking the shelves and return to the sales floor, I can't shake the feeling that I'm teetering on the edge of something life-changing. Despite knowing I should forget about Irish and move on with my life, part of me wonders if our paths will cross again – and what dark secrets he's hiding beneath that charming exterior.<br /> The afternoon sun casts long shadows on the store floor, and I feel like they're closing in on me. My thoughts keep drifting back to Irish, no matter how hard I try to focus on my tasks.<br /> "Excuse me," a customer says, bringing me back to reality. "Can you help me find a shirt that matches this tie?"<br /> "Of course," I reply, forcing a cheerful smile. We make our way through the maze of clothing racks, my mind racing with questions. Does Irish feel the same way I do? Or has he already moved on to someone else? He seems the type, what with seducing me and then striding off.<br /> "Here you are," I say, handing the man a perfectly matched shirt. He thanks me for my assistance before walking away, leaving me to my turbulent thoughts again.<br /> A shiver runs down my spine as I imagine Irish's eyes locked onto mine, his accent teasing every part of me. The forbidden desire bubbling up refuses to be silenced, even though I know it's dangerous to entertain these fantasies.<br /> "Summer, can you take over at the register?" Jess asks, snapping me out of my reverie.<br /> "Sure, no problem," I respond, stepping behind the counter. As I ring up customers' purchases, my heart flutters with anxiety, wondering if Irish has any regrets about our night together. I can't shake the feeling that there must be something more to him - something darker lurking beneath the surface. He is attracted, but nice guys don't do what he did.<br /> Neither do nice girls.<br /> Cringing at the thoughts, I shake it off. I'm not a yummy yukker. 'You do you' has always been my motto, but it was out of character for me to do what I did last night, and it will probably take me a while to get over the guilt I feel.<br /> Smiling at the young woman, I ring up her goods and wait for her to pay. She thanks me and leaves, her heady perfume lingering in the air like a ghostly reminder of last night's passion.<br /> "Home time!" Gary calls out, crossing over to me with a smile. "Thank, am I right?"<br /> "Yeah." Giving him a shy smile, I lower my eyes. He's my work crush. He's tall with blonde hair and green eyes that crinkle at the corners when he smiles. I always fluster when he speaks to me, even though he is the friendliest guy going. "I'm exhausted."<br /> "Partied hard last night?" he asks with a twinkle in his eye. "Sorry I couldn't make it, but I had a thing."<br /> "It's okay, and yeah, a bit too much."<br /> My cheeks are hotter than the flames of infernoinferno as I stammer my way out of this conversation with a half-hearted wave, rushing past him to the break room to gather my belongings from my locker. Hoping he didn't hear anything about anything, I will be sure to avoid him for the foreseeable future, just in case.<br /> Stepping outside the store, the evening air is hot and sweaty on my skin as the humidity levels have not dropped.<br /> Glaring at the clear blue sky, I curse it. "Where is the supposed thunderstorm?" I mutter and head for the parking lot, only to be stopped short when I remember I don't have my car; I have the bus.<br /> All I want to do is hurry home, have a cool shower and then, in incognito mode, look up places I can go to get tested, preferably somewhere out of town so no one sees me.<br /> As I walk to the bus stop, surrounded by people finishing their city jobs and leaving the stores as they close, these thoughts of Irish continue to haunt me. I know I should forget about him and move on with my life, but something inside me clings to the hope that he might be the one I've been waiting for. The taste of danger, coupled with whiskey and smoke, lingers on my lips, making it impossible to let go completely.<br /> Wondering if our paths will cross again and what sinister truths are concealed in those irresistible eyes, all I can do is keep moving forward, one step at a time, until I hear a voice behind me that freezes my blood instantly.<br /> As I glance up, my heart skips a beat. There he is—Irish.	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1,778,142	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778130}'	Yes	2024-05-08 18:34	active	760	457092186843226	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	I hear deep grunts and moans on the other side of the room.<br /> I open the door and the sight before me sends chills to my spine.<br /> My own husband, balls deep in my best friend Chrissy.<br /> "Fine, if that's what you want, so be it. I just hope it was worth destroying our marriage. I'll get my clothes in the morning."<br /> I turned around to leave, not looking back. <br /> ————————<br /> Flashback :<br /> I drove back home in a hurry to make dinner for me and Scott. Today was our second year anniversary, and I can't believe I get to spend the rest of my life with my high school sweetheart, Scott. Scott was the captain of the football team, earning the attention of most girls in our school, not to mention being adored by our teachers. I was the girl who was considered the wallflower, shy and awkward. I never played any sports cause, I was never interested honestly. I was however, an A student, always aced my exams, and made sure to stay out of trouble. Until one day me and Scott partnered up on a history project, and sure enough, we had chemistry and decided to try it out. We decided to go to the same college, with me majoring in Business Management, and him majoring in Engineering.<br /> He proposed on my 19th birthday, of course I was nervous. But why not, I said Yes. Our parents were extremely shocked to say the least. But they were supportive of our decision, and we got married 8 months later. We were happy, at least I thought we were.<br /> End of Flashback.<br /> **<br /> Do you ever get that feeling when you feel like everything you have worked hard for comes crumbling down?<br /> Yup, me too.<br /> I never thought I would ever find myself in this situation but, here we are. We're currently in my lawyer's office finalising our divorce.<br /> 22 years old, and a divorcee. Now this is funny.<br /> "Alright, Mrs Cruise, my client Mr Cruise is willing to give you $500 000 as part of the divorce settlement, as well as leaving the house to you. What do you say?" Said his lawyer, Mr Smith.<br /> " I don't want anything that belongs to him, all I'll take is my clothes and my car."<br /> He's sick in the head if he thinks I'll take any of his flithy money.<br /> " Are you sure? Half a million is a lot to start over Mrs - "<br /> "- I'm sure. I'll be fine. And it's Ms Campbell."<br /> Scott looked at me with an unreadable expression. As if he expected me to accept the settlement.<br /> Ha. Suck on that Cheater.<br /> "Alright then...Ms Campbell. All that's left for you to do is to sign on the dotted line on the first, third, and fourth page."<br /> Mr Smith passed over the papers to me.<br /> I dried down my sweaty hands on my skirt and took the pen that was handed to me. With a shaky breath, I signed on the dotted line. It was happening. I am officially a divorced woman. It's over.<br /> But I couldn't help but feel hurt, hurt that the man who was supposed to love me for all eternity would betray me. With MY BEST FRIEND?!?! Bimbo never saw this coming, not by a long shot, that's for sure.<br /> I'm standing outside the courtyard when in my peripheral vision, Scott comes into view.<br /> "So....This is it huh?" Scott drawls out.<br /> "This is. I hope you're happy now. I hope she treats you much better than I could've." I look in the opposite direction to wipe the tears running down my face.<br /> "I'm sad that it had to come to this. I'm sorry that I wasn't faithful to you, and I hope we can move forward on a good note " he said with a faint smile on his lips.<br /> I couldn't take it anymore, so I ignored his last comment and rushed to my car.<br /> As soon as I put on my seatbelt, I could not stop the tears falling down like a waterfall. I loved him, and I still do. But no more. I'm done crying over him who broke my heart. No more Mr Nice Guy.<br /> I drove home with a promise to make sure I come out bigger and better.<br /> "Baby, I'm home!!!" No answer.<br /> That's strange, I've never had to call him more than once before.<br /> "Scott, are you there babe??"<br /> Hmm, weird. His car is in the driveway. Where could he be? Oh well, maybe he's busy with work.<br /> I put the groceries down on the kitchen counter, and quickly made my way upstairs. <br /> As I start my way upstairs, I come across his dress shirt and red stilettos. I feel my heart beat faster with every step I took. He couldn't possibly be with another woman, right?? He promised he would never ever betray me.<br /> Gulping down my nerves, I proceed to the top of the stairs, where I see even more clothes sprawled messily on the first floor. I start feeling light headed and grab on to the banister for support. I take a deep breath, and reach our bedroom door.<br /> I hear deep grunts and moans on the other side of the room. it's now or never. <br /> I open the door and the sight before me sends chills to my spine.<br /> My own husband, balls deep in my best friend Chrissy.<br /> Chrissy Mathews, has....well, had been my friend ever since we were 10 years old. We've told each other all our deepest darkest secrets and always been there for one another. <br /> It was always evident that she was secretly jealous of me, making snide remarks about me on the low, I mean sure, I look very attractive if I do say so myself, but I never took it seriously because she was my best friend.<br /> She never approved of me and Scott's relationship, she always said I deserved better, and we were not compatible for one another. I didn't know why until I found out that she wanted him for herself. Just my luck huh?<br /> "WHAT THE IS GOING ON HERE?!?!" I.Was.Livid. And I didn't give a flying that I was screaming like a madman.<br /> He turned his head around so fast I thought it would snap at that very moment.<br /> "Zara baby... uhh....Baby, please, it's not what you think it is. Please Zara." He pleaded with those beautiful chocolate coloured eyes that once made me turn to jelly.<br /> "Then what is it Scott?! Please make me understand how you're sleeping my best friend?!"<br /> I turned to my best friend. The bimbo who promised to be by my side forever.<br /> "And YOU!!! You're such a bimbo Chrissy, I don't understand how you would do this to me!!"<br /> She looked pleased with herself. Almost like she planned on getting caught. The nerve.<br /> "Zara please, this is not how I wanted this to go down but... I'm sorry you had to find out like this. We can't change anything now." He said, with a blank look on his face.<br /> "Wha-<br /> What are you talking about Scott? We were supposed to be happy Baby, just me and you, living our best lives together, why are you doing this to me?"<br /> "I just can't live this double life anymore Zara, I love Chrissy. I'm in love with her and -"<br /> "No No No No No!!!!!! How are you saying this to me?? You married ME!!!! YOU said for better, for worse till DEATH do US part Scott, surely you don't mean that!!!"<br /> Scott was losing patience fast. " Zara, I cannot ignore the feelings I have for Her" he said, gesturing to Chrissy, who was clearly enjoying the scene unfolding before her.<br /> "We haven't been spending enough time together, I'm always working and you're busy with starting your business. We hardly ever have time for one another. She was always there to lift my mood. She brought back the spark that I thought had disappeared forever. I'm sorry but.....it's over."<br /> My walls were breaking down fast. I'm not about to let them see me weak. I took a deep breath closing my eyes.<br /> "Fine, if that's what you want, so be it. I just hope it was worth destroying our marriage. I'll get my clothes in the morning."<br /> I turned around to leave, not looking back. A part of me wanted him to run after me and tell me he didn't mean all that he said to me. But he didn't. He never did. I grabbed my car keys and left.<br /> t's been 2 years since my divorce, and I am doing so much better than I thought. Scott broke me in ways that I didn't believe were possible. I didn't take his money because I didn't want anything to do with him, or anything that would remind me of him.<br /> I heard through the grapevine that him and Chrissy got engaged a year ago, and to say I was broken would be an understatement. Deep down I always hoped he'd come back to me, and tell me he was foolish to ever leave me, and we would fix things and live out the rest of our days together.<br /> After the divorce I never bothered on trying to date again, it just never felt right.<br /> I was brought out of my daydream by Alex snapping his fingers in my face.<br /> snap snap snap snap*<br /> "Hey!!!! Earth to Zara.... You okay babe?"<br /> "Huh....yeah, yeah. Just thinking is all." He looked at me with a 'are you kidding right now' look.<br /> He took a deep sigh. " Sweetie, he's gone. You have to accept that he's moved on with that hag, and you have to move on too."<br /> I pulled the ends of my long curly hair frustratedly<br /> " I know, I know. You're right. It's his loss and he's not my problem anymore" I said trying to put on a strong face.<br /> " Let's go out tonight babe. It's a Friday , and you haven't been out the house in a million years!!!"<br /> I was apprehensive on going. Clubs aren't even my thing. I don't even drink that much. But then again, I'm single, and I need to let off some steam from the past week.<br /> "let's go to a club!!!!" I said with enthusiasm.<br /> He looked at me and displayed his million dollar smile. "That's my girl!!!! I'll fetch you at uhm.....7?"<br /> "Works for me. Thanks again Alex, for being here for me and helping me move on from that " I told him with a grateful smile on my face.<br /> He waved me off, rolling his eyes with a smirk<br /> " Ugh, it's fine sweetie, he doesn't deserve you, and if anything, you missed a man with that piece of trash. Think of it like this: this is basically your second chance at actually having something real with a person who'll actually put you first. You'll see."<br /> I arrived at my house at 5pm, giving me 2 hours to get ready before Alex comes over.<br /> I came to and the water had turned cold. With a deep sigh I quickly washed up and wrapped myself in a big, fluffy white towel and glanced at the clock.<br /> " one hour left " I thought.<br /> Wiping off the steam on my mirror, I inspected my face and smiled to myself. I ran my hands through my long black, curly hair, and my fair caramel skin.<br /> After my divorce I would have never thought I would be able to move on from Scott. He was my everything, first love, first relationship, and my world seemed to revolve around him. I felt....lost, without him. Tall, Dark, Handsome, Loving. I really thought I had it all.<br /> Leaving my bathroom, I took off my towel and left it on my chair, and went into my walk-in closet to find something to wear.<br /> "since it's a club I have to find something modest, since I'm not much of a clubber"<br /> I chose a orange one shoulder mini-dress that shows my mid-section , paired with orange webbed heels.<br /> I walked over to my vanity and applied a smokey eye and some blush with some lip gloss, with my hair in a high ponytail.<br /> As promised, Alex pulled up and sent a text telling me he was outside.<br /> Doing one final look over in my full length mirror, I walked out of the house, not forgetting to lock and walked down my driveway.<br /> "Girl, you look suh-moking hot sweets!!!" Alex said with a bright smile.<br /> "Aw, thank you. I try." I responded with a laugh.<br /> "Now, are we getting drunk or what?!?!"You know that feeling whereby you have second thoughts on doing, but then it's too late to turn back? Yup, me too.<br /> Sweaty, icky, drunk, swaying bodies surrounding us with the faint smell of spirit and somehwhat intercourse in the air. Thank God this place had air conditioning, otherwise I would have gotten sick.<br /> We're blinded by red, blue and green streak lights from the high ceilings . This is actually a really upscale place if I do say so myself.<br /> We FIGHT our way through the swarms of drunk people and find our way to our table where our friends are already seated.<br /> "ZARA WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?! WE THOUGHT YOU'D DIED IN THAT MASSIVE HOUSE OF YOURS!!!!" , my childhood friend Sammie said to me.<br /> "Seriously though Alex, how did you get this bimbo out of the house?" Nicole adding dramatically.<br /> "Guys please!! I can still have Fun, alright? With that being said....WHO WANTS DRINKS???"<br /> My friends let out screams of approval and gave me their drink orders. I walked over to the bartender on the other side of the floor and gave him our orders, leaving him to do his work. I think back to what Alex said and actually agree that it's not my fault my marriage didn't work out. And I should stop crucifying myself for waste I couldn't control. Maybe there is someone else for me out there, that will truly love me, just...maybe.<br /> For some reason, I felt chills in the back of my spine. As if someone is watching me. I turned around to see no one in particular. Shrugging my shoulders I looked forward and slightly moved my body to the music playing in the background.<br /> The bartender gave me my drinks and I walked back to my table.<br /> { "Who's that girl, the one in the orange dress?"}<br /> { " I dunno, I've never seen her here before. Must be a first timer." }<br /> The mysterious man went back to sipping on his whisky, his eyes still on the beautiful girl.<br /> "Ugh, finally Zara!! We thought you got lost on your way back" said Nicole. "Oh, and did you see how the hawwwwt, guy sitting in the back was looking at you?!?!"<br /> A frown appeared between my eyebrows, "Who, I didn't see anyone at all."<br /> "Look behind you."<br /> I looked behind me and my breath hitched.<br /> Oh. My. Gosh.<br /> Grey eyes, slight stubble along his chiselled jaw, with a tabacco in between his plump, cherry coloured lips, 3 piece black and grey suit, and a watch that probably costs more than my entire life. <br /> Staring Right. At. Me.<br /> He noticed I was looking at him and showcased his million dollar smile. What was this man doing to me?<br /> I returned the smile, just showing politeness, and turned back to the table to see the 3 musketeers looking right at me with wide smiles, ready to pop any minute now.<br /> "The are you looking at, he's just being polite." I felt slightly uncomfortable under his and their gaze. Like I was under a microscope.<br /> "Uhm...what was that Zara? He clearly likes you and all you're gonna offer him is a smile and a wave? What's wrong with you?!?!"<br /> "Hey Hey Hey!!! Not everyone is a horndog like you Taylor, chill out. And besides....you don't chase the man, the man has to chase you."<br /> We took our conversation to the dance floor and started swaying our bodies to the music. The DJ sure does know how to make the party happen, kudos to him.<br /> I drank more and lost myself in the music, until I felt hands hold onto my waist firmly. <br /> Grey eyes was staring down on me. I didn't realise how tall he was since he was sitting down.<br /> He's about 6'7 while I'm a cool 5'7.<br /> "Hey."<br /> I had to tilt my head in order to see him. He looks so much hotter in person.<br /> I took a deep breath trying to not stutter.<br /> "Uh..Hi." <br /> He leaned down to my ear.<br /> "What's a beautiful lady like you doing alone in a place like this?"<br /> His minty breath mixed with whiskey and cigarettes got me real hot and heavy.<br /> "I didn't come here alone. I actually came here with my 4 friends. I'm surprised you didn't see me sitting with them."<br /> He completely ignored my response and looked at me with an indescribable expression.<br /> "Let me take you home. I insist."<br /> "No thank you, I don't want to worry my friends."<br /> "I don't think they'll mind, besides, they're too occupied with ....𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬." He gestured behind me where Taylor was grinding on a random guy, while the other 3 where no where to be seen.<br /> I pondered over it for a while. Leaving with a complete stranger was a completely good idea, no matter how hot, dreamy he may be. But then again....what do I have to lose?<br /> "Let's go." I said feeling confident.<br /> He replied with a lopsided grin and took my hand, leading me to the parking lot, he opened my door for me and I thanked him while getting in.<br /> He jogged over to the driver's side and got in.<br /> Soon enough we were racing down the highway going further and further away from the busy night life.<br /> "Nice car you got." I tried to start a conversation.<br /> "Thanks. Where do you live?" I quickly gave him the coordinates and he continued along the road to my house. I actually took this time to actually look at this mystery man. He's actually more handsome in person, with tattoos peeking out of the collar and sleeves of his white dress shirt.<br /> "Don't you know it's rude to stare, Sweetheart?" With a smile on his face, still focusing on the road.<br /> "Sorry, I didn't realize I was staring that long." I muttered embarrassed. Thank God for my skin tone otherwise he would've noticed the slight blush on my cheeks.<br /> "Ahh, so you 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 staring at me?" His smile getting wider by each word he said.<br /> "I can't help it, I like what I see." Shrugging my shoulders and looking out my window, I realised we had already arrived.<br /> "Thanks again...you know....for not trying to kill me or anything -"<br /> "-wait. I didn't get your name" He turned fully to look at me, awaiting my answer.<br /> "Zara. Zara Campbell. And...you are?"<br /> "Mason Anderson. At your service, Madam." He said with a British accent.<br /> We shared a laugh and exchanged numbers, with him not letting me leave his car until he made sure I gave him the right number.<br /> "I'll give you a call sometime, yeah?"<br /> My heart fluttered at his words.<br /> ".....ERM, sure."<br /> He waited until I got in the house before driving off.<br /> I made a Greek salad to eat before changing into my red nightie and drifting off to sleep.<br /> Maybe I do have a chance to be happy, after all.	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1,778,136	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778298}'	No	2024-05-08 18:34	active	760	436557022432057	Click to Read More Chapters👉	Chapter 1<br /> After winning yet another lawsuit, Jasmine Black was having a drink with her colleagues at the bar.<br /> <br /> She was hammered when she noticed her rival, Diego Cooper, sitting at the opposite table.<br /> <br /> Diego was a prominent lawyer worldwide. He was regarded as the industry's formidable devil. He had never once lost a case.<br /> <br /> He's also the bastard that Jasmine had pursued from high school until she graduated from university.<br /> <br /> She had pursued him for seven long years, yet he remained indifferent and heartless toward her.<br /> <br /> Jasmine abruptly sprang up from her seat and staggered toward Diego. With one flop, she sat straight on his lap.<br /> <br /> She grabbed his necktie with one hand while resting the other against his toned abs. <br /> <br /> "Diego Cooper… Have you become bad in bed?"<br /> <br /> Diego didn't stop her as he reclined against the back of the couch. Instead, he stared at her wordlessly.<br /> <br /> "You're not answering… So, does that mean… it's true?"<br /> <br /> Something flickered in his eyes as he quickly removed her hand. <br /> <br /> "Don't you care about your reputation anymore? All your colleagues are here." <br /> <br /> His deep voice was slightly hoarse.<br /> <br /> Their colleagues gaped at them in disbelief, impressed by Jasmine's bravery.<br /> <br /> "What reputation? I had mine ruined a long time ago because of you!" a drunk Jasmine grumbled before biting his neck.<br /> <br /> All her high school and university classmates knew she spent a lot of money to win Diego's heart, only to fail miserably in the end.<br /> <br /> After graduating from university, she was crestfallen and went abroad. She swore she would one day beat Diego in something he was best at.<br /> <br /> When she returned to the country six months ago, she was already a famous lawyer with a winning streak dating back to the beginning of her career.<br /> <br /> She was beginning to drawl.<br /> <br /> While wearing a frown, Diego pulled the back of her collar to create distance between them. <br /> <br /> His eyes were dark and indecipherable. <br /> <br /> "You've drank too much, Jasmine. Have someone take you home."<br /> <br /> "No! I want you to take me home!" <br /> <br /> She yanked his necktie. Her imperative tone sounded slightly coquettish.<br /> <br /> He removed her hands from his tie so he could loosen it. Then, he grabbed her by the arm before walking outside without saying a word.<br /> <br /> Their colleagues' eyes widened.<br /> <br /> Everyone in the legal and political world knew Jasmine and Diego were on bad terms. <br /> <br /> They tried to figure out the scene they had just witnessed.<br /> <br /> When they reached the car, Jasmine wrapped her arms around Diego's neck and planted a kiss on his neck, sending a slight tremor down his spine.<br /> <br /> He held her by the waist and shoved her away. <br /> <br /> "This is sexual harassment, Jasmine Black. Do you think I won't sue you for this?" <br /> <br /> His tone rose.<br /> <br /> "If you're really bad in bed, then forget it. I'll just find someone by the street to release my sexual frustration."<br /> <br /> She then ignored him and waved at a passing man. <br /> <br /> "Hey, hot guy! Wanna get a room together?" <br /> <br /> Jasmine seemed serious about the invitation.<br /> <br /> Diego's expression darkened as he watched her antics. He pressed her waving hand down and opened the car door to shove her in.<br /> <br /> Then, he drove the car back home.<br /> <br /> …<br /> <br /> The next morning, Jasmine woke up and turned her head stiffly. <br /> <br /> Diego was sitting next to her, smoking. He appeared laid-back.<br /> <br /> Despite his charming looks, he had a dominating and intimidating presence about him.<br /> <br /> The grogginess that clouded her mind disappeared in a heartbeat.<br /> <br /> Did she finally manage to have sex with him after almost seven years?<br /> <br /> "Morning, Mr. Cooper," she said.<br /> <br /> Jasmine propped herself up, returning to her professional composure as a lawyer.<br /> <br /> "Wash up. Someone will serve breakfast in a while." <br /> <br /> Diego discarded his cigarette into the ashtray. <br /> <br /> "I'll forgo it. I have a client to meet in the morning." <br /> <br /> Aloofness seeped into her voice.<br /> <br /> She lifted the sheets and was about to get out of bed when an idea crossed her mind. <br /> <br /> She suddenly grabbed her phone from the headboard, smiling mischievously. <br /> <br /> "How about a picture for memory's sake?"<br /> <br /> Before Diego could say anything, Jasmine quickly launched the camera app on her phone and lay her head against his sturdy chest.<br /> <br /> She flashed a triumphant smile, raised the phone high, and took a selfie of her and Diego.<br /> <br /> The picture was rather suggestive as they were naked and were only covered with a blanket. <br /> <br /> She sent it to her best friend alongside a voice message. <br /> <br /> "Becky Dobbs, tell those people to wire the money to me. I won the bet. Oh, and the payment should include ten years of interest."<br /> <br /> Since she had lost her reputation, she thought she should make some money to make up for it.<br /> <br /> The shrewd Diego caught the point of the message. <br /> <br /> He asked with a smirk, "The bet was about me?"<br /> <br /> Turning around, she plastered herself to his chest while drawing circles on his abs with her finger. She couldn't resist it.<br /> <br /> Jasmine looked at Diego with beady eyes. <br /> <br /> "Why are you so surprised? I thought you've known all this while. Oh, and about what happened last night, it was consensual. It was simply an adult game. You don't have to take any responsibility."<br /> <br /> She felt the years she spent pursuing him were a loop of disappointment and heartbreaks. Continuing to be his devoted admirer would be a foolish decision.<br /> <br /> Sleeping and then dumping Diego had always been on her wishlist.<br /> <br /> "You're wild, Ms. Black." <br /> <br /> Chuckling, he glanced at her and pushed her away.<br /> <br /> Due to his handsome looks, a mere glance from him was enough to paralyze her with a tingling sensation.<br /> <br /> Jasmine thought Diego was a bastard who was good at seducing.<br /> <br /> His push caused her to fall backward, but she managed to support herself with both palms on the bed.<br /> <br /> Her tress cascaded over her shoulders, revealing her exposed body and seductive curves. <br /> <br /> Jasmine had a stunning body.<br /> <br /> Diego's eyes studied her up and down. The fact that his heart skipped a beat made him frown.<br /> <br /> "Did you sleep with me because you might like me?" <br /> <br /> She casually brushed her slightly curled hair. Picking up her shirt and bra, she began to take her time to dress herself.<br /> <br /> "Do you think that's even possible?" <br /> <br /> He cast a cold glance at her.<br /> <br /> Diego's answer didn't surprise her one bit. Regardless, it didn't bother her because she was determined to be the one who dumped him this time.<br /> <br /> Right then, her phone began ringing from the flood of incoming messages. Jasmine checked her phone. They were from Becky. <br /> <br /> "Did you really sleep with Mr. Cooper? How? This is too sudden. You failed to take him down in those ten years, though." <br /> <br /> Becky was more excited than Jasmine was.<br /> <br /> Smiling, Jasmine quickly replied, "I'll feed you the details later."<br /> <br /> Diego's phone kept ringing as well. He grabbed it and opened his WhatsApp. <br /> <br /> His high school and university group chats exploded with texts. <br /> <br /> Everyone was mind-blown by the news. <br /> <br /> "Jasmine Black had sex with Diego Cooper?"<br /> <br /> Jasmine's body stiffened when she saw the message in the group chat. She didn't expect it to have such a huge impact.<br /> <br /> Fortunately, she was close with the people in the group chats. There were only about 30 people in each group, which wasn't many.<br /> <br /> She replied to the message, "It was just a one-night stand. Those who had made a bet with me—you know who you are—wire the money to me."<br /> <br /> Her response elicited a faint smile from Diego, but his eyes reflected coldness as he watched her.<br /> <br /> She glimpsed at him—that alone was enough to cause a chill to run down her spine.<br /> <br /> "I bet you can't sleep with him for a second time. I'm betting double the amount on this." <br /> <br /> Their university friends copied and pasted the exact message.<br /> <br /> The situation was crazy.<br /> <br /> "Not only can I sleep with him twice, but thrice. Players, be prepared with your money!" she texted back with gusto.<br /> <br /> Backing off? Not a chance! She'd never do that to embarrass herself.<br /> <br /> The smile on Diego's face widened, but he looked like he was going to devour her alive.<br /> <br /> His best friend, Jesse Taylor, sent a text message. <br /> <br /> "Mr. Cooper sent a lawyer to prison a few days ago. Mark my words—it was a 20-year sentence! Good luck, Ms. Black."<br /> <br /> Jasmine read that message and looked at Diego, who began smoking on the bed again. She couldn't read his emotions because the cloud of smoke covered his features.<br /> <br /> Arching her brow, she replied to Jesse, "Oh really? I'm looking forward to the day when I meet Mr. Cooper in court."<br /> <br /> She then shifted her attention away from the chat, smiling and waving at Diego. <br /> <br /> "I should get going, Mr. Cooper. Thanks for the hard work last night. Get some rest."<br /> <br /> Despite his faint smile, Diego suddenly pinched the cigarette between his fingers.<br /> Chapter 2<br /> In the afternoon, Jasmine noticed Diego as soon as she entered the cafe.<br /> <br /> The surprise was brief as she immediately wore a professional smile. <br /> <br /> "What are the odds, Mr. Cooper?"<br /> <br /> "Zero. I'm simply granting your wish." <br /> <br /> Smiling, he placed his cup of coffee on the table before reclining on the couch with his legs crossed. <br /> <br /> "Wow… Thank you for your service?" <br /> <br /> She gladly took a seat opposite him.<br /> <br /> Jasmine's client was a university friend who was also in the group chat they shared. <br /> <br /> The case was about a prestigious family in the city that went bankrupt due to internal conflicts.<br /> <br /> Diego's expression remained the same. He didn't respond to her remarks either.<br /> <br /> "Be a man, Fabian Dawson. We divorced three years ago, and you want half of my money?" Daisy Freeman, dressed in a sexy red dress, growled at Fabian.<br /> <br /> "You've only managed to come this far because of the huge sum of money I spent on you. Don't you even feel guilty about it?" he questioned.<br /> <br /> Fabian needed the money to rise again.<br /> <br /> "Why must I—"<br /> <br /> Before Daisy could finish her thought, Jasmine crossed her legs and interrupted, "If you guys think a fight can get you somewhere, what's the use of hiring a lawyer?"<br /> <br /> The dispute stopped. <br /> <br /> Jasmine looked at Diego indifferently. <br /> <br /> "Mr. Cooper, as you know, although it was signed, the divorce agreement won't be effective as long as the divorce procedures have not proceeded. The law states that a divorced couple should split matrimonial assets in half. The same goes for the debts."<br /> <br /> Diego asked, "Mr. Dawson, is it true that you had an affair while still married and had sex with your mistress many times?"<br /> <br /> Fabian smirked and shook his leg, completely unbothered. <br /> <br /> Meanwhile, Jasmine turned to look at Fabian in surprise. He hadn't told her any of that.<br /> <br /> Fabian blurted, "Fuck! What kind of man—"<br /> <br /> Jasmine gave him a look and averted the question.<br /> <br /> "Evidence, Mr. Cooper?"<br /> <br /> Jasmine had clearly informed Fabian before this that the conversation would be recorded whenever the lawyers met. <br /> <br /> She wondered if he was out of his mind as he almost let this tongue slip.<br /> <br /> Daisy huffed, "I witnessed him get a room with a model."<br /> <br /> "Ms. Freeman, did Mr. Cooper not explain what evidence is?" <br /> <br /> Jasmine smiled, relieved at the thought that the other party didn't have proof.<br /> <br /> Fabian snorted. <br /> <br /> "I have a mistress? You're talking as though you don't have a boy toy. I also wonder how many businessmen you have slept with all these years."<br /> <br /> "It was after we signed the divorce agreement that I—" <br /> <br /> Diego glimpsed at the foolish Daisy before interrupting her, "Please show the evidence before you speak."<br /> <br /> As mentioned at the beginning of the conversation, the divorce agreement was null and void. How could Daisy admit that she had a boy toy? <br /> <br /> Was she trying to divorce without getting a single penny out of it? Diego thought Daisy was an idiot.<br /> <br /> Jasmine's judging eyes landed on Fabian, who knew that his wife had someone on the side but didn't gather any evidence about it.<br /> <br /> She massaged her forehead, fully aware of the road ahead.<br /> <br /> Diego questioned, "Mr. Dawson, you and my client have been living separately for three years. You didn't fulfill your duty as a husband. What have you been doing all these years?"<br /> <br /> "I—"<br /> <br /> Jasmine shrewdly replied, "He has been working hard to give Ms. Freeman a better life. However, his legal wife withholds the matrimonial assets. He doesn't have any money while going through a rough patch. Ultimately, his business announced its bankruptcy. If this case is brought to court, don't think of taking a single penny, Mr. Cooper."<br /> <br /> Diego retorted, "Is this a threat, Ms. Black? His bankruptcy has nothing to do with my client. You can look into it." <br /> <br /> He looked at Daisy, who also didn't share the information with him.<br /> <br /> This was the first time he was going against Jasmine at work, and it was a surprising case at that.<br /> <br /> "Speaking of, you can also look into this, Mr. Cooper. My client bought his wife multiple houses and luxury cars worth millions of dollars altogether. Ms. Freeman didn't fork up a single penny before and after his business went bankrupt.<br /> <br /> "Controlling the matrimonial assets, refusing to pay off shared debts, and having a male companion… Mr. Cooper, you and your client should seriously consider splitting the assets equally or taking this matter to court." <br /> <br /> Jasmine slightly leaned forward, smiling at Diego.<br /> <br /> …<br /> <br /> "Before the divorce is settled, keep those women at arm's length. Don't give Diego or your wife any other ammunition. Also, eliminate any records, pictures, messages of hotel room bookings, and whatnot," Jasmine reminded Fabian while driving the car.<br /> <br /> "Got it." <br /> <br /> Fabian was deeply impressed by her. <br /> <br /> The thought of meeting Daisy to obtain funds was humiliating to him, but the way Jasmine bombarded the opposing party gave him confidence. <br /> <br /> He was all puffed up.<br /> <br /> "Is your wife living with her boy toy?" Jasmine inquired.<br /> <br /> "Yeah, it's been three years." <br /> <br /> He crossed his arms, snorting.<br /> <br /> "That's good news for us." <br /> <br /> She smirked as she suddenly pulled over by the road. <br /> <br /> "Get back home and install a surveillance camera at her place. Tell her that it's to… prevent burglary."<br /> <br /> "I don't think she'll let me in." <br /> <br /> The couple had been living separately for three years. Daisy had bought that mansion herself.<br /> <br /> "Idiot! You're still her husband on paper. Is it wrong to return to your home? Plus, she should currently be with Diego."<br /> <br /> "Alright, I'll go now." <br /> <br /> Fabian thought, "Don't blame me for this, Daisy. I've treated you so well and spent so much money on you. How could you be this cruel to me!"<br /> <br /> …<br /> <br /> That night, Jasmine received a call from Fabian after she finished showering. <br /> <br /> "Diego is going to sue me for bribing him!" <br /> <br /> His words came out in a rush.<br /> <br /> Jasmine rolled her eyes. <br /> <br /> "Well, did you do that?"<br /> <br /> "He called me at night and told me he found that model. I was so scared. I met him, hoping he would cut me some slack for old times' sake. I even gave him a check of one million dollars—"<br /> <br /> "You idiot! That's a trap! He could bring a woman over and accuse you of having slept with her before, but no one would buy it as long as he doesn't have evidence. <br /> <br /> "Oh Lord, someone like you will surely lose everything before you take the divorce case to the courthouse. An idiotic teammate is definitely more harmful than a powerful opponent." <br /> <br /> Jasmine crossed her arms and shook her head.<br /> <br /> "Yes, yes, yes, I'm an idiot. You gotta save me, Jasmine! That jerk, Diego, doesn't even care that we were once friends. Gosh, I'm livid!"<br /> <br /> "You can be sentenced up to 15 years for bribing a lawyer. It's almost impossible to be announced not guilty of this charge. How am I supposed to help you?"<br /> <br /> "W-Well, I don't mind going to prison. But the main thing is, your first loss will be because of Diego! Not only is your reputation at stake, but other lawyers and your friends will never let you live it down!" <br /> <br /> Fabian attempted to earn her pity.<br /> <br /> Jasmine paced back and forth in her room while reminding him seriously, "I repeat, do not meet your wife's lawyer without my presence. Think before you speak whenever you talk to her. Don't fall for her schemes. Got it?"<br /> <br /> "I'll keep that in mind. But how are you going to—" <br /> <br /> He was about to ask her about the possible bribery lawsuit, but the call was terminated.<br /> <br /> …<br /> <br /> The next morning, Jasmine headed to Cooper, Taylor & Associates.<br /> <br /> The receptionist asked, "Ms. Black, what—" <br /> <br /> "I'm Mr. Cooper's girlfriend," blurted Jasmine without stopping in her tracks.<br /> <br /> The employees were stunned to see her there. Rumors about her and Diego had been circling within the law firm for the past two days.<br /> <br /> She read the sign on the door before knocking and opening it without waiting for Diego's signal.<br /> <br /> Diego, who was reading some documents, looked up at her expressionlessly.<br /> <br /> "Is there anything, Ms. Black?" <br /> <br /> He sounded aloof.<br /> <br /> Jasmine's hair was let loose over her black professional attire. Her three-inch black high heels were supposed to add more professionalism to her appearance, but it made her look alluring instead.<br /> <br /> She walked up next to him before flopping onto his office table seductively. With one hand, she easily grabbed his necktie.<br /> <br /> "Giving me the cold treatment already? We just slept together two days ago, though."<br /> Chapter 3<br /> Diego snatched back his tie from Jasmine's hands while chuckling. <br /> <br /> "You must be here because of Fabian's bribery."<br /> <br /> "Of course not. I'm here to… talk about our relationship, not work." <br /> <br /> She pulled at his necktie again, playing with it while faking a smile. <br /> <br /> "You want me to sleep with you again? So you can brag about it in the group and rake in big money?" <br /> <br /> He slapped her hand away.<br /> <br /> He crossed his arms to lean against the back of his chair and arched a brow at her.<br /> <br /> Jasmine slid down from the table to sit on his lap. The transition she made was smooth.<br /> <br /> Her warm breath brushed against his ears as she giggled. <br /> <br /> "Honestly, I was too drunk to remember what happened that night. I kind of want to relive it again…"<br /> <br /> Diego's ears turned red. He pushed Jasmine and stared at her. He thought she was shameless. <br /> <br /> "Uphold your dignity, Jasmine Black."<br /> <br /> "I've misplaced it. Mind finding it for me?" <br /> <br /> Jasmine rested against his chest lazily. <br /> <br /> Her finger traced along his perfect neckline. <br /> <br /> "I never knew that you were this pretentious, Mr. Cooper. You were so mean that night, as if it was your first time seeing a woman. Why are you pretending to be free from lust now?"<br /> <br /> The cheeky movement of her finger gave him a faint jolt of electricity, and he slapped her hand away. <br /> <br /> "What are you trying to imply right now? Who was the one who said that it was a mere game so heartlessly that day?"<br /> <br /> Jasmine wished she could slap herself—no, Fabian—at this moment. She felt that it was all that idiot's fault.<br /> <br /> Had it not been for him, she wouldn't have needed to flatter Diego.<br /> <br /> "Why take it to the heart when those were mere heartless words? Since we've slept together, why don't we just date?" <br /> <br /> She took shamelessness to a whole new level.<br /> <br /> "Sorry, but I don't date heartless people. Torturing myself is not my thing." <br /> <br /> Diego shoved Jasmine off his lap.<br /> <br /> Jasmine gnashed her teeth in rage. How dare he claim that dating her was torture!<br /> <br /> It took everything in her to build up her reputation and the confidence to stand before him with pride.<br /> <br /> But why must she debase herself for him again?<br /> <br /> She thought Diego was one merciless and stubborn man.<br /> <br /> Given her pretty looks, voluptuous body, elite profession, and background, men lined up to be her partner.<br /> <br /> Yet, she had to work hard to wear him down.<br /> <br /> She stood up straight and massaged her forehead to regain her cool momentarily. <br /> <br /> Then, she made a graceful turn and crossed her arms, smiling. <br /> <br /> "Are you sure you want that, jerk?"<br /> <br /> Diego ignored her and pressed a button on his landline. <br /> <br /> "Callie, come in and escort Ms. Black to make payment."<br /> <br /> He pointed and glanced at the door. <br /> <br /> "Ms. Black, I charge ten thousand dollars per consultation hour. Please make the payment outside."<br /> <br /> She nodded before suddenly removing and tossing her black coat onto his table. She strode toward the door while unbuttoning her shirt and ruffling her hair. <br /> <br /> "It's only ten thousand dollars. Don't worry. I will pay and ask your secretary to… buy something."<br /> <br /> Diego finally showed traces of uneasiness at her actions. He sprang up from his seat and ran over to the door.<br /> <br /> When she opened the door, he quickly slammed it shut again by caging her against it. <br /> <br /> His eyelids fluttered at the pleasing view before him, and he looked away. <br /> <br /> "Why are you here?"<br /> <br /> Jasmine scanned the office, concerned that he would record the conversation secretly. After all, no one knew what he had up his sleeves, considering how cautious he was.<br /> <br /> Daisy was at a disadvantage, which was why Diego set Fabian up. <br /> <br /> If Jasmine fell for Diego's trap, too, she would lose the case and be sent to prison. She would be the joke of the century if that came to pass.<br /> <br /> "I'm here to talk about us." <br /> <br /> She flashed him a smile, attempting to have him wrapped around her finger first.<br /> <br /> Right then, the door suddenly opened. Callie turned her head only to see the duo engaged in an intimate scene. Her jaw almost fell to the floor.<br /> <br /> Diego, who wielded impactful influence in the political and business worlds, always prioritized work over anything else.<br /> <br /> His methods were ruthless and shrewd. Nothing could make him bat an eye, not even a murder.<br /> <br /> On the subject of chivalry and love, he didn't have the emotional intelligence for either of those.<br /> <br /> Callie couldn't believe what she was witnessing.<br /> <br /> "Get out," Diego instructed Callie.<br /> <br /> "Y-Yes. Don't worry, Mr. Cooper. I saw absolutely nothing." <br /> <br /> Callie covered her eyes.<br /> <br /> When he was about to close the door, Jasmine deliberately called out to her. <br /> <br /> "Don't leave so quickly. Could you help us buy something we really need right now?"<br /> <br /> She gave her a meaningful look. <br /> <br /> "Huh?" <br /> <br /> The baffled expression on Callie's face gave way to shock and awkwardness once she comprehended the situation. <br /> <br /> "S-Sure. I'll go right now." <br /> <br /> She slid out of the door and closed it.<br /> <br /> Jasmine chuckled. <br /> <br /> "Your secretary is sensible and funny."<br /> <br /> Diego pulled away from her to get her coat. A crease knitted between his brows. <br /> <br /> "Enough fooling around. Are you going to leave dressed or naked? If you want the latter, I'm happy to lend you a helping hand."<br /> <br /> "Try me." <br /> <br /> She cocked her brow as she didn't believe Diego's words.<br /> <br /> As soon as she finished speaking, Diego threw the coat to one side and stripped her of her shirt.<br /> <br /> Before she could react, he pulled her into his arms and trailed his fingers on her back.<br /> <br /> Completely flustered, she covered her chest. <br /> <br /> "What are you doing, jerk? Do you think you're the only one with guts here?"<br /> <br /> She became agitated and caught the secret pin of his belt and pressed it. The belt dangled in midair. <br /> <br /> Something dark was churning in his eyes as he stared at her.<br /> <br /> Right then, a knock resounded on the door, and the doorknob twisted.<br /> <br /> Before the person could open the door, Diego pushed back against it. <br /> <br /> "Don't come in!"<br /> <br /> He withdrew his hand to wear his belt. <br /> <br /> "Get dressed already!"<br /> <br /> "I thought you wanted me to leave naked. Why are you stopping me now? Because you don't want others to see?"<br /> Chapter 4<br /> Diego was rendered speechless. He gave Jasmine a cold look before returning to his table to bury himself in the documents, ignoring her.<br /> <br /> Jasmine swiftly dressed herself and opened the door to leave. <br /> <br /> But Jesse Taylor—their old friend—was holding some documents by the door.<br /> <br /> He arched his brows at her. <br /> <br /> "Why didn't you let me in? What… were you guys doing in there?"<br /> <br /> "Take a guess." <br /> <br /> Jasmine put on a serious face while brushing her hair. <br /> <br /> "Did you sleep with him again? I will only pay when I see the proof!"<br /> <br /> "Knock on the door at the right time next time." <br /> <br /> She said that intentionally before leaving.<br /> <br /> Diego raised his head to watch her leave. Her antics frustrated him.<br /> <br /> …<br /> <br /> Jasmine returned to her office in the afternoon. <br /> <br /> An offer came in. It was a request for her to represent a huge company. She would be paid handsomely for the job.<br /> <br /> When the boss left, Fabian, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately entered her office. <br /> <br /> "Be honest with me. How much do you earn annually? You have so many clients."<br /> <br /> "Have you installed the surveillance camera?" <br /> <br /> Jasmine watered the orchids in her office nonchalantly. She thought it was a bad idea to reveal her income to outsiders.<br /> <br /> "I've done it. But Daisy's boy toy hasn't visited her mansion for two days. I bet Diego has reminded her about it."<br /> <br /> "There's no rush in this." <br /> <br /> Jasmine was calm.<br /> <br /> "Do you have any solutions to resolve the bribery incident?" Fabian asked concernedly.<br /> <br /> She fell silent.<br /> <br /> Diego had the evidence that could prove Fabian's bribery attempt, but he didn't file a lawsuit for it.<br /> <br /> She wondered what Diego was up to. Was he trying to play with her more?<br /> <br /> If so, she didn't mind joining the game.<br /> <br /> "I'll buy us some time for now. Didn't you say that your wife slept with other men?"<br /> <br /> "I'm very sure about it. I ran into her a few times when she was having a meal with different businessmen. From the look in their eyes, I knew there was something going on between them. I wouldn't have married her if I had known she was this kind of woman!"<br /> <br /> "Hire a reliable private investigator. It'll be best to have pictures of her having an affair with another man," Jasmine stated.<br /> <br /> With such evidence, she could negotiate with Diego to reclaim the evidence of Fabian's bribery attempt.<br /> <br /> If Diego still refuses to compromise, she'd need to see him in court first for the bribery case.<br /> <br /> …<br /> <br /> Diego and Jesse were enjoying their time in the bar at night.<br /> <br /> A woman in a white strap dress showed up. Her makeup was light, and she let her hair loose. She looked stunning.<br /> <br /> The woman walked toward them, and Diego noticed.<br /> <br /> "What a coincidence! Are you guys here for a drink, too?" <br /> <br /> Although there was an empty seat beside Diego, Jasmine chose to sit next to Jesse.<br /> <br /> "You look like a doll today… Are you trying to seduce Mr. Cooper again?" <br /> <br /> Jesse grinned. <br /> <br /> Jasmine ordered a bottle of whiskey from the barista and filled half of her glass with it. <br /> <br /> After taking a sip, she deliberately hung her arm over his shoulders with a smile. <br /> <br /> "I think you're hot, too. You're also funny and nice."<br /> <br /> Diego glanced at her and took a sip of his drink. <br /> <br /> "Jesse, do you know why callous people can appear flirty?" <br /> <br /> He looked serious.<br /> <br /> Jasmine almost choked over her drink. He was chiding her once again.<br /> <br /> She thought he was a jerk for doing so.<br /> <br /> "Because they flirt with different people?" <br /> <br /> Jesse was flabbergasted. <br /> <br /> "Why the question all of a sudden?"<br /> <br /> Sometimes, Jesse swore that he couldn't follow Diego's thoughts.<br /> <br /> "That's right. We should never stoop to that level." <br /> <br /> Diego's tone remained serious.<br /> <br /> Jasmine felt he was being pretentious. <br /> <br /> People might have perceived him as a righteous man, but he was rotten on the inside.<br /> <br /> She sighed.<br /> <br /> "I guess people can stoop that low sometimes." <br /> <br /> She flashed a smile at him while propping her chin on her hand, and he arched his brow in response.<br /> <br /> Jesse choked on his drink and spilled alcohol all over. <br /> <br /> Her face flushed red. It seemed like she had lost this time. <br /> <br /> Agitated, she kicked his shin with her heels and shoved him away.<br /> <br /> Then, she walked over to Diego's seat, bending over to lift his chin and bite his lips.<br /> <br /> Her posture exerted dominance. It was as if a lady boss was forcing a kiss on her submissive boyfriend. <br /> <br /> His expression darkened. He was about to push her away when she pulled herself from him. <br /> <br /> She crossed her arms, satisfied with the mark she left on his lips. <br /> <br /> "Mr. Cooper, please lay the evidence on the table before you speak. If you spout nonsense, I will have to—"<br /> <br /> Halfway through her declaration, he suddenly stood up and towered over her. <br /> <br /> Grabbing her by the waist, Diego pinned her against the counter and bit Jasmine's lips back.<br /> <br /> She moaned in pain.<br /> <br /> Before Jasmine could hit Diego, he withdrew and placed his hands behind his back. <br /> <br /> She massaged her hurting waist and touched her lips, which were bleeding because of his bite.<br /> <br /> Her opinion of him being a jerk strengthened. <br /> <br /> She was so annoyed that she barked a laugh. <br /> <br /> "Diego Cooper, I will make you kneel and beg for mercy one day!" <br /> <br /> "Is that so?" <br /> <br /> He chuckled.<br /> <br /> "I swear to God!" Jasmine waged a challenge.<br /> <br /> He smiled faintly while watching her.<br /> <br /> A thrilled Jesse was grinning ear-to-ear. <br /> <br /> "Holy moly, you're going to make him kneel and beg for mercy? You have guts, Ms. Black! But… I love it! I'm betting ten thousand dollars!"<br /> <br /> He would love to see Diego do that. After all, Diego had always been the epitome of arrogance.<br /> <br /> Jesse quickly repeated Jasmine's words in the group chat, which sent everyone wild. <br /> <br /> Such bliss should be shared for the greater good.<br /> <br /> Everyone in the group chat began placing their bets, and her phone kept ringing from the influx of messages.<br /> <br /> She checked the notifications and rolled her eyes at Jesse. <br /> <br /> "Wow, thanks."<br /> <br /> "My pleasure. The more, the merrier, right?" <br /> <br /> He grinned sheepishly while brushing the tip of his nose.<br /> <br /> Jasmine filled her glass and downed it all to regain her composure. Then, she headed to the restroom. <br /> <br /> Some suspicious men were following her from behind.<br /> <br /> When they reached the corridor to the restroom, someone said to her, "Jasmine Black from Black, Murphy & Associates?"<br /> <br /> She spun around and questioned the six sceptical-looking men, "Who are you working for?"<br /> <br /> "That's none of your business. Anyway, someone wants you crippled to ruin your career," said the leading man with red hair. <br /> <br /> He brandished the metal bar from his shirt and signaled his men to charge at her. They were all holding the same weapon.<br /> <br /> "Fuck. You've just underestimated me there."<br /> Chapter 5<br /> The six suspicious-looking men had approached her at the right time.<br /> <br /> Jasmine coincidentally needed to vent her frustrations.<br /> <br /> She warmed up her legs before suddenly kicking the red-haired guy, sending him flying and landing on three other men.<br /> <br /> A few minutes later, Diego, who also had to use the restroom, noticed a bunch of guys surrounding Jasmine. <br /> <br /> An icy, intimidating air emanated from her.<br /> <br /> He joined the fray, easily taking down those men with a few punches and kicks. The blows he dealt were clean-cut.<br /> <br /> He might appear to be a level-headed and calm person, but his combat skills were fatal.<br /> <br /> "Who are you working for?" Diego interrogated while stepping on one of the men's faces.<br /> <br /> "It's…" <br /> <br /> The man had an idea and lied, "It's Mrs. Cannon from Cannon Group! Ms. Black sent her husband to prison, so she wanted us to teach Ms. Black a lesson."<br /> <br /> "Jesse, call the cops." <br /> <br /> Diego kicked the man and approached Jasmine. <br /> <br /> "Are you alright?"<br /> <br /> A quick-witted Jasmine clutched her abdomen, feigning pain. <br /> <br /> "They hit my stomach with a stick. It hurts…" <br /> <br /> Diego wordlessly scooped her up and headed outside. Jasmine was very confused. <br /> <br /> She wondered if he was worried about her, even though he said she was heartless and kept angering her.<br /> <br /> She considered if he was suffering from dissociative identity disorder.<br /> <br /> Jesse called to them, "Hey! Are you leaving so soon? Why am I cleaning up the mess for you guys again?"<br /> <br /> However, the ungrateful duo didn't respond to him.<br /> <br /> In the car, Diego asked, "Do you want to go to the hospital?"<br /> <br /> Hugging his neck, Jasmine leaned her head to rest on his shoulder. She stifled the urge to grin while continuing her act. <br /> <br /> "It's fine. Do you have medicine at home? You can help me tend to my wounds."<br /> <br /> "I'll send you back to your place then." <br /> <br /> He removed her hands so that she could be seated properly.<br /> <br /> "No! I want to go to your place!" <br /> <br /> She plastered herself to him, whining.<br /> <br /> Diego pushed her away and cupped Jasmine's face. <br /> <br /> "You said it was a game. Is my place a playground, then? A place you can come and go whenever you want?" <br /> <br /> "I wanna go!" <br /> <br /> She slapped off his hand and snorted.<br /> <br /> She was going to make this man fall for her one day.<br /> <br /> …<br /> <br /> The next morning, Jesse returned to Diego's office from the police station.<br /> <br /> "Did the cops look into it? Was it Mrs. Cannon?" inquired Diego.<br /> <br /> "Not her, but your client, Daisy Freeman." <br /> <br /> Jesse delved his hands into his pockets, smiling.<br /> <br /> Diego's expression darkened.<br /> <br /> "If Jasmine finds out it's Daisy behind this, she'll surely sue her. So, I called Jasmine and told her it was Mrs. Cannon's doing."<br /> <br /> Diego didn't respond. Instead, he contacted Daisy to arrange a meeting at his office.<br /> <br /> After the call ended, Jesse asked, "Are you still not going to file a lawsuit against Fabian? No one can ever escape from the charges of bribing a lawyer. Besides, if you file the lawsuit now, you won't have to meet Jasmine in court after that."<br /> <br /> "It's none of your business." <br /> <br /> Diego took a sip of his coffee.<br /> <br /> "This is not like you. Have you fallen for her after sleeping with her?" Jesse teased.<br /> <br /> "You must be blind," Diego retorted.<br /> <br /> "Then, why don't you want to close this divorce case as soon as possible?"<br /> <br /> "Can't I toy with her for a while longer? Look how arrogant she is." <br /> <br /> As Jasmine had said, this was simply a game. It wouldn't hurt to play along with her, would it?<br /> <br /> "Fine. But do not lose the case because of this game. I've seen how Jasmine defended her client in court several times before. She was sharp, quick-witted, and intimidating. She finished asking her questions before the opposing lawyer could react."<br /> <br /> "Do you think that I'll lose to her?" <br /> <br /> Diego cocked his brow.<br /> <br /> "What if you're blinded by love?"<br /> <br /> …<br /> <br /> Daisy intentionally chose a tight black dress with a deep neckline to wear to Cooper, Taylor & Associates. <br /> <br /> "Mr. Cooper, why did you call for me?" <br /> <br /> Her sexy gait carried her to his table.<br /> <br /> She had the nerve to rest her hand on his shoulder before sliding it down to his chest.<br /> <br /> Her beauty gave her the confidence to take down any man.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, Diego stood up and choked her, dragging her all the way to the floor-to-ceiling window.<br /> <br /> He was forced half of her body to hang out of the window.<br /> <br /> "First of all, I'll cut your hands off if you touch me again. Secondly, I'll send you straight to prison the next time you hire someone to hurt Jasmine. You won't be able to get a single penny out of your divorce!"<br /> <br /> Daisy coughed while trying to pry his hand away.<br /> <br /> Looking at his menacing expression was already intimidating enough. When she turned her head to gaze down at the dizzying height, fear gripped her.<br /> <br /> They were on the 118th floor.<br /> <br /> "I-I won't do it again…"<br /> <br /> Only then did he lift her up and throw her to a corner. <br /> <br /> "You better see to that."<br /> <br /> The heels Daisy wore were so high that she almost lost her balance and fell. <br /> <br /> She clenched her fists and tried to regain her composure. <br /> <br /> "Why are you taking her side?" <br /> <br /> She couldn't help the question.<br /> <br /> Diego wiped his hand, which had touched her, with a few pieces of tissue paper. <br /> <br /> He spun around, pinning her with his sharp gaze. <br /> <br /> "If my reputation is ruined, will you compensate for it?"<br /> <br /> Daisy initially assumed that Diego had feelings for Jasmine. It turned out that he was simply trying to defend his reputation.<br /> <br /> "Mr. Cooper, are you confident that we can win this case? I don't want to split my assets into half for that guy without a valid reason."<br /> <br /> Over the last two days, Daisy had looked into Jasmine. <br /> <br /> Jasmine accepted various high-profile cases. She was even the defense attorney for a death-row prisoner, who was then released without charges.<br /> <br /> Diego may be able to send an innocent person to jail, but Jasmine could get a prisoner off death row.<br /> <br /> That was why Daisy was worried about seeing Jasmine in court.<br /> <br /> "With me, all I ask is whether you want to win or not because I will certainly win it." <br /> <br /> He spared Daisy a cold glance before returning to his seat.<br /> <br /> Daisy didn't say anything further and left.<br /> <br /> …<br /> <br /> Jasmine and her assistant, Addison, were on their way to the courthouse together.<br /> <br /> "Ms. Black, don't you think the plaintiff is pitiful? His daughter needs the money to receive treatment. If he loses the case and is unable to receive insurance for compensation, what's gonna happen to her?" asked Addison.<br /> <br /> As Jasmine crossed her legs, she shifted her attention from the documents in her hands to give him a brief look. <br /> <br /> "Having faith in your client and giving them the greatest advantage is the basic principle of a lawyer."	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1,778,288	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778208}'	No	2024-05-08 18:36	active	760	1371410236948348	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	Jones stood up and I realized he was also a lot taller than me. My ovaries sang again, stupid things. I looked up at him and swallowed when his pale gray-blue eyes landed on mine. From a few feet away, his eyes were so much more intense than in the pictures I'd seen online. His pitch black eyelashes against the paleness of his eyes made his gaze almost haunting. I wanted to look to the side and shy away but my stubbornness wouldn't allow it. Instead, I tilted my chin up slightly and held his gaze.<br /> ____________<br /> Mack<br /> "Well." By the time I realized what was happening, the curvy brunette was flat on the ground. I dropped to my knees next to her and swore when I saw the blood on her forehead. "This is a new form of falling for me."<br /> Xavier squatted on her other side and frowned. "Not really a great time for joking. You knocked her out."<br /> Jones sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Where'd she come from? Also, maybe look where you're going from now on. You ran the poor thing over. Big time."<br /> I brushed her hair out of her face and had a completely ridiculous moment of feeling like I was staring down at Sleeping Beauty. She was gorgeous. I gently patted her soft cheek. "Ma'am? Hello?"<br /> "Great work. She's jumping right to life." Jones looked over his shoulder. "You've got about thirty seconds to get her on her feet and out of the way before the crowd beats back security and runs back here."<br /> I could hear the commotion he was hearing and ground my teeth. We'd just come off an amazing show. I had planned on going to a bar and getting hammered. Taking care of a Disney princess hadn't been in my plans, but it didn't look like I had an option. I couldn't just leave her on the ground and I didn't know any of the stage hands enough to trust them with an unconscious woman.<br /> "Fine." I stood up and lifted her body over my shoulder. Her head and arms hung limply and bounced off my hip, but I figured it was better for her than getting trampled to death. "Let's get her to our bus and get the medics to check her out. She'll be safe there until she can wake up and go."<br /> Xavier nodded once and charged ahead, clearing a path. He was a giant of a man and no one was dumb enough to stay in his way. They didn't understand what a gentle soul he was. I was thankful for that when they jumped out of our way, though. Especially with a crowd of rabid fans chasing after us.<br /> Jones barked at security to make sure no one followed us out into the artist lot and slammed the heavy metal door shut behind us. He swore and scowled at the door like it was the problem. "What do we even pay security for if they can't keep people away?"<br /> The woman over my shoulder groaned and grabbed my hips. I waited to see if she would say anything else, but she didn't. Her arms fell limp again and I released a breath at not having her scream and freak out while dangling over my shoulder.<br /> "I'll call the medic." Xavier hurried ahead to the bus.<br /> "This puts a damper on my plans." I sighed and glanced over at Jones. "We put on a good show and I was planning on drinking my face off to celebrate."<br /> "The medics are quick. We'll get her taken care of, apologize, and then send her on her way. With the medics, hopefully." He ran his eyes over the full hip over my shoulder. "Too bad you knocked her out before seeing if she wanted to drink with us."<br /> I laughed. "She sure is pretty. I doubt she'll be in a forgiving mood, though. I should've been looking at where I was going."<br /> "Why change now? Forget what I said earlier. We're in our forties. Let's not waste our time. Old dogs and new tricks, you know." He reached the bus before me and opened the door. "You put your guitar down."<br /> I winced. "I'll send a text to Shane as soon as I put her down."<br /> "I'll do it now. They're going to have to chase down whatever fan saw it and took it, probably. I highly doubt it's still sitting where you left it."<br /> I didn't want to think about my baby being in someone else's hands so instead, I focused on the woman in my arms. I climbed the steps and entered the bus, letting the cool AC wash over my overheated skin. The first space on the bus was a living room with four comfortable couches and I eased the unconscious woman down on one of them.<br /> Stretched out on the couch, her curves were even more noticeable. She was wearing tight black jeans and a low-cut top that was black and mostly straps and lace. I didn't get it, but I liked it. It was bad for me to notice her body, but the top curves of her chest were spilling out of the shirt deliciously.<br /> I forced my eyes to her forehead and frowned. The cut was definitely from my baby. It looked like either a cord or a corner of my guitar had hit her just perfectly to leave a small cut. The skin around the cut didn't look too angry and overall, she looked okay. Besides being unconscious. I ran my hands under the back of her head and felt around to see if I found a lump from her hitting her head on the ground, but there was nothing.<br /> "The medics are tied up at another stage." Xavier growled in frustration and stared down at the woman. "Cut looks fine. Anything along the back of her head?"<br /> I shook my head. "No. She seems fine, honestly."<br /> "I don't like that she passed out." He sat down across from her and rested his elbows on his knees. "Go ahead and shower. I'll watch over her until you're back."<br /> Xavier, Jones, and I had served in the military together. We'd each done enough time to know how to take care of basic medical emergencies and several other things we'd never need in civilian life. It'd been a long time since any of us had to do first-aid in the field, but we could still hold our own.<br /> "Sure. I'll be fast." I winced. "I'm the one who plowed her over. I should be the one that has to explain it."<br /> I showered as fast as possible in the small bus bathroom but I still wasn't fast enough. By the time I shut the water off, I could already hear a husky female voice I didn't recognize ranting away. I wrapped a towel around myself and rushed out to apologize and get her to stop chewing out Jones and Xavier.<br /> What I found wasn't her chewing them out, though. She was pacing back and forth in front of where they sat on their own couches with her hands on her hips and fury on her face. She wasn't angry at us, though. Nope. It seemed another man had pissed in her cereal that morning.<br /> "This is just the cherry on the cake. Why not get a scar to memorialize the day I walked in on my boyfriend cheating on me? I'm so angry I could punch him in the shaft."<br /> I swear all three of us males cringed. I also had to rearrange my thinking. She was no Disney princess. She had spunk, to say the least.<br /> "She had the nerve to brag about his oral skills. Please. I literally have had better climax humping my hand. Either her needs are rock bottom, which is great for her if that's the case, or she was just lying to try to hurt me. But I don't care. I'm embarrassed, sure! It's not everyday you walk in on your boyfriend motorboating Miriam Dark's private part, but whatever. I'm just pissed. I came all the way here. I shaved. I put lotion on every inch of my body. Even the backs of my knees. Did I care that they're going to get sweaty faster now? Nope. I wanted to be smooth."<br /> I leaned against the doorway and let myself really look at her. She was taller than I'd thought and had legs that stretched on for miles. The black jeans hugged her full hip and hips in a way that made my mouth water. Her waist clipped in just enough that my hands would fit in the notch perfectly if I was taking her from behind. Her shirt made her full chest look even more delicious while she was standing and I was at half-mast almost immediately.<br /> Her body, as stunning as it was, barely touched on the beauty that was her face. Her big blue eyes were surrounded by dark eyelashes and her pouty mouth was stained red. She had dark brown hair down to her shoulders that curled wildly. If she hadn't been swearing, her creamy skin would've really made her look like a Disney princess. She could've probably gone down to Florida and got a job playing one of them right then. I'd never been attracted to a Disney princess before, though.<br /> "And you want to know the worst part? I work for the stupid prick. And no, before anyone has the prick assumption that I'm sleeping my way into my position, I'm not. I'm better at his job than he is and I've been sticking around for even longer than I should've because he kept promising that he'd put in a good word with his boss for me. Because I deserve it. I do his work. I can't remember the last time he's had to do a single thing. At least he chose to sleep with Miriam himself. Although, I'm pretty sure I'd be better at that, too."<br /> Jones snorted and held up his hands when the little firecracker spun on him. "I'm not disagreeing with you, honey. I'm just enjoying listening to you bash this prick."<br /> She stared at him and slowly her face darkened and she brought her hand up to cover her mouth. She looked absolutely distressed and I hated it.<br /> "What's wrong?" I made myself known and was rewarded with watching her eyes trail down my chest. The way her eyes got all bedroom heavy and she licked her lips turned that almost solid shaft into a full blown shaft. I had to shift to hide it from her curious eyes.<br /> She glanced back at Jones and then at Xavier. "Oh."<br /> Xavier stood up and inched towards her. "Are you okay? Your head... Is it hurting?"<br /> She looked up at him and I saw the way her body naturally swayed towards my giant of a best friend. Something about that made me want to hug her. Some women treated Xavier and his size like a threat and it hurt him. "Oh. I can't believe I didn't realize before now. You're JAX."<br /> Jones sighed and nodded. "Yep."<br /> She pushed her curls back from her face. "Don't worry. I'm not going to fangirl. I'm just mortified. I work for your record label and this is now the most unprofessional vacation I've ever taken. I have to go. Can you just forget you ever saw me?"<br /> Layla<br /> Mack Stone frowned at me and grunted. In his state of undress, I couldn't handle any noises from him, much less grunts, so I kept my eyes elsewhere. "Who do you work for?"<br /> I planted my hands on my hips and tried to remember how to be professional. Everywhere I looked, there was another member of the band, though, and I couldn't regain my composure. Jones Alridge and Xavier Leeds were just there, staring at me. Xavier was standing close by and my ovaries very much weren't in a mourning phase. He was so big. I was taller than most women I knew and the same height as Matthew. Xavier made me feel tiny. I could've probably climbed him like a tree and the idea interested me more than it should've.<br /> Jones stood up and I realized he was also a lot taller than me. My ovaries sang again, stupid things. I looked up at him and swallowed when his pale gray-blue eyes landed on mine. From a few feet away, his eyes were so much more intense than in the pictures I'd seen online. His pitch black eyelashes against the paleness of his eyes made his gaze almost haunting. I wanted to look to the side and shy away but my stubbornness wouldn't allow it. Instead, I tilted my chin up slightly and held his gaze.<br /> He reached up and rubbed his stubble of a beard and then worked his hand through his short light brown hair. "Who do you work for, Firecracker?"<br /> I crossed my arms over my chest and watched his eyes lazily drop to my chest before moving back up to mine. My normal reaction would've been to correct a man's wandering eyes or to just cover myself if the situation didn't allow for a correction, but I did neither with him. I cocked my hip out to the side and raised an eyebrow. "My name is Layla Morgan. I work for Matthew O'Brian. He's the manager for The Homewreckers. None of what I said leaves this bus, though. Understand?"<br /> His lips lifted on one side in a smirk that made women across the country throw their panties at him. He flashed perfect white teeth at me and a flash of a tongue ring. "You sure you work for him? Because I met that O-Brian prick once and I highly doubt he can handle you."<br /> Whether he knew it, or not, that was flattering to my wounded ego. I smiled and uncrossed my arms. "You heard what I said about having better orgasms with my hand."<br /> Their laughter filled the bus around me and when Xavier shifted even closer to me, it was with a warm smile instead of the concerned look he'd sported before. He lifted his giant hand towards my face and when I didn't flinch or shift away, we were both a little surprised. I normally wasn't a huge fan of being touched by people I didn't know.<br /> That hand was as gentle as a breeze when he cupped my face and tilted my head so he could look at my forehead. From that close, I could see the flecks of gold in his light green eyes and the scar through his left eyebrow. His olive skin glistened with sweat and when I inhaled deeply, I could smell a mixture of his deodorant and sweat. It shouldn't have sent a buzz of electricity straight to my core, but it did. The man had to have pheromones as big as him.<br /> "Sorry. Still need to shower after the show." He shifted back a step but I surprised us both again by reaching up and putting my hand over his thick forearm.<br /> "You're fine." My voice was huskier than normal and I had to clear it before I could continue. "So, what do you think? Will I live?"<br /> He caught his tongue between his teeth as he looked me over again and the sight of it made me flush like he'd just propositioned me. With his long dark brown hair hanging down his back in waves and his strong jaw, he was a dream. "It's just a scratch, but you passed out."<br /> I laughed easily. "I saw the blood. I'm not a fan."<br /> "Are you sure? You hit the ground hard." He ran his other hand over the back of my head and his fingers confidently searched for any signs of damage. "I don't feel anything."<br /> I was feeling plenty. I had to stop myself from leaning into his chest and asking him to keep looking for the next thirty minutes. When he pulled his hands away and stepped back, I wanted to pout. "Thank you."<br /> He looked towards the back of the bus. "I should shower."<br /> Or not. I was fine with him smelling like he smelled. Instead of voicing those bizarre thoughts, I nodded a little too aggressively and took a step back. "Well, I should go. I'm sorry I invaded your time. I'm sure y'all have things to do. I have an ex to forget, so I'll be on my way. Thank you for taking care of me while I was out. That was kind."<br /> Mack, still too underdressed for my poor eyes, spoke up again. "Stay. We're going to celebrate a show well done at a bar in town. There's no better way to forget."<br /> I hesitated and looked around at the three of them. I had nothing else to do. The motel room I'd booked wasn't anywhere I wanted to be anymore, as it was the Honeymoon suite. My overnight bag was in my rental car so I could grab it easily to change into something for the bar. Then I could just grab a ride to a different hotel for the night. Plus, if I had a drink with JAX, my brother Jagger would die of jealousy. He was a massive fan.<br /> I shrugged. "Sure. Why not? I just need to go get my bag."<br /> Mack walked closer and I had to press my toes into my shoes as hard as I could to keep from scooting away from all of his muscles. "We'll have someone grab it for you. In case your head is worse than we think."<br /> So. Many. Undressed. Muscles. I licked my lips and looked down at my hand as it extended to drop my keys into his palm. What was my body doing? "It's in my rental car."<br /> He looked at the tag on the key with the make and model of the car. "We'll take care of it. You need anything else?"<br /> I leveled a look at him as shock overpowered my lust. "My job is literally to run around and assist a band manager, which usually means my job is doing things for bands. I'm supposed to be asking you if you need anything else."<br /> He stepped even closer and I saw that he was just as tall as Jones and towered over me. His eyes were as dark as the others were light. Dark, chocolatey brown eyes that matched his hair and thick beard. Only his beard had a little salt and pepper in it that I found incredibly attractive. His head was shaved on the sides but the top of his hair was longer and messy after his shower.<br /> Then my eyes landed on the tattoo over his heart and I realized I didn't know enough about the band to know if staring at Mack's chest was wrong. There was a woman's name over his heart, entwined in the vines of a beautiful flower. Emily. If Emily was a girlfriend, or more, I wanted nothing to do with staring at his chest, lusting away. Not after finding Matthew with Miriam.<br /> "You're not at work. If you're going to stay and drink with us, you're simply Layla and we're just a few random guys. Understand?" He threw that word back at me and when I lifted my eyes to his face, I found him smirking. He lifted his hand to his chest and tapped it. "Your eyebrows give away every one of your emotions. It's my mother's name. I didn't want Mom across my chest."<br /> I took a deep breath to fight the emotion threatening to squeeze my chest. So what if he loved his mother? Who cared if it was hot? Not me. "I don't need anything else. Just my bag."<br /> He smiled. "Good girl. That wasn't so hard, was it?"<br /> I wanted to hiss at him even as my panties disintegrated into a puff of smoke. I settled on rolling my eyes and turning my back to him. When he laughed, I had a feeling he'd won whatever battle we'd just had.<br /> Layla<br /> While I sat quietly on one of their couches, the guys took turns taking showers and getting ready. I canceled my hotel room for the night and tried to book another, but everything was full. I decided I'd just sleep in my rental car that night and leave for the airport as soon as I woke up. I could clean up there and catch an earlier flight back home without having to wait too long, if I was lucky.<br /> A knock on the door came a little while later and I got up to answer it without thinking. I was used to doing everything for Matthew and that attitude just extended to other parts of my life, it seemed. I was hanging out with the biggest band at the record label. No matter how many ways or times Mack suggested I look at them as regular guys, that wasn't going to happen. They were all over the place in the Bingham office building. How I hadn't immediately recognized them at first showed how angry I'd truly been.<br /> I almost had my hand on the door handle to open it when Jones' fingers closed over my wrist and pulled me away. I stumbled from the surprise of him suddenly appearing out of nowhere and he righted me with his hands on my hips.<br /> "You don't know who's knocking. You don't answer the door unless you know who it is." He eased me back a few steps and opened the door himself. A few seconds passed before he closed it again and turned to me with my bag. "Are you sure this is all you need?"<br /> I took the bag but I couldn't help myself. "You answered the door without knowing who it was."<br /> He shrugged. "Yeah?"<br /> "But you just said I couldn't." I dropped my bag on the couch and crossed my arms over my chest.<br /> He inched closer to me and I was immediately aware that we were the only two people in the front of the bus. "You're tiny. If someone had bad intentions, it would be a lot easier to hurt you than it would be to hurt me."<br /> I scoffed. "I'm not tiny. I'm bigger than most of the women who were trying to climb up the stage at your concert tonight, I bet."<br /> He stepped even closer. "You're tiny compared to me."<br /> "I can open doors, Jones." I tipped my head back slightly to hold his gaze as he moved closer.<br /> His hand curled around my waist and I got another flash of his tongue ring when he licked his lips. "You can do a lot of things, I'm sure, Firecracker. That doesn't mean you should. That piece of ex of yours might've let you do all sorts of things by yourself, but just consider that maybe that's because he isn't a real man."<br /> I flushed as his words sank in. My natural instinct to argue was there, but I swallowed it down and smiled instead. "Maybe you're right."<br /> He glanced over my shoulder and took a step back. "Bathroom's open. Go, get changed."<br /> I looked over my shoulder and saw Mack standing in the pathway that led to the rest of the bus. He was dressed, thankfully, but it didn't exactly take away from his hotness. I grabbed my bag and walked towards him. "I got my bag. Thanks, again."<br /> He nodded and moved sideways, but not out of the way. The three of them on the bus didn't leave a lot of extra room to move around, especially towards the back half of the bus. When I moved past him, my chest brushed against his and I watched his eyes narrow on me. I held my breath and then bumped right into Xavier. He wrapped his arm around me to keep me steady and I found myself plastered against his chest.<br /> "Not a lot of space back here. Sorry." Xavier gently moved away and smiled. "Let me get out of your way."<br /> I shook my head and nodded back at Mack. "Mack didn't. I'll just squeeze by."<br /> Squeezing past Xavier was an even tighter fit and it wasn't just my chest that rubbed against him. I felt a bulge in his pants against my stomach and fought the need to look down and see if it looked as big as it felt.<br /> He grunted when my bag hit him after I made it through but when I turned to check on him, he held up his hand. "I'm good. Go on."<br /> I was slipping into the bathroom when I heard Mack laughing. "Put that thing away before you poke someone's eye out, X. Jesus."<br /> I pressed my back against the door and covered my face with my hands. I was pretty sure I wasn't living in reality anymore. Working in my job meant I'd seen several famous musicians, but whatever was happening with JAX felt different. I was sure they were just flirts, but I was picking up big energy.<br /> I opened my bag and looked at the things I'd brought and made a split second decision. My anger at Matthew directed my hands as I pulled out the outfit I'd planned to seduce him with. A corset top that made my boobs look out of this world and a skirt that flirted around my thighs with every move I made weren't things I'd typically wear out in public, but I was going out for a drink with one of the biggest bands in the country. I wanted to look as good as they did. Or, at least try to.<br /> Both the top and skirt were black, as were most of my clothes. I nearly died trying to get on the corset, but with a little maneuvering and a papilla almost lost in the battle, I got it on. I slipped my feet into black strappy heels that I only wore on special occasions so Matthew didn't complain about the way I towered over him. I spent a few minutes darkening my makeup for a night out and put a gloss over my red lips to make them pop.<br /> It was as I was working my hair into a cute half-back style that I realized I was primping like I was going out on a date and maybe doing too much. I was suddenly embarrassed and horrified that I would walk out of the bathroom, just to have the guys look awkward about how much effort I'd put into simple drinks. My heart hammered and I pulled my cell phone out to quickly send a picture to Jagger.<br /> Do I look like I'm a desperate groupie?<br /> He called immediately. "What are you wearing? Are you going out with that piece of trash, wearing that?"<br /> To say that my brother hated my recent ex would be an understatement. "Just tell me that I look okay. I'm nervous. I'm not going out with Matthew. I found Matthew cheating on me a few hours ago and dumped him."<br /> "I'll murder him." Jagger growled out the words and I heard the sound of his screen door slam shut.<br /> "Look, we can do Matthew dance later, but I'm about to go out for drinks with JAX right now, Jag. JAX. Do I look desperate?" I stared at my reflection and frowned. "I think I look desperate."<br /> "What did you say?"<br /> Groaning, I accidentally stomped my foot and then glared at the appendage like it'd wronged me. "You heard me, Jag."<br /> "You look fine. You're going out with JAX? As in my favorite band? I don't believe you. Send me a picture."<br /> "I'm not sending you a picture, Jag!" A knock on the bathroom door made me yelp. "Just a minute!"<br /> Mack's low voice came from the other side of the door, clear as day. "Why don't you come out here and let us tell you that you don't look desperate?"	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1,778,130	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778163}'	Yes	2024-05-08 18:34	active	760	424461423545981	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	I hear deep grunts and moans on the other side of the room.<br /> I open the door and the sight before me sends chills to my spine.<br /> My own husband, balls deep in my best friend Chrissy.<br /> "Fine, if that's what you want, so be it. I just hope it was worth destroying our marriage. I'll get my clothes in the morning."<br /> I turned around to leave, not looking back. <br /> ————————<br /> Flashback :<br /> I drove back home in a hurry to make dinner for me and Scott. Today was our second year anniversary, and I can't believe I get to spend the rest of my life with my high school sweetheart, Scott. Scott was the captain of the football team, earning the attention of most girls in our school, not to mention being adored by our teachers. I was the girl who was considered the wallflower, shy and awkward. I never played any sports cause, I was never interested honestly. I was however, an A student, always aced my exams, and made sure to stay out of trouble. Until one day me and Scott partnered up on a history project, and sure enough, we had chemistry and decided to try it out. We decided to go to the same college, with me majoring in Business Management, and him majoring in Engineering.<br /> He proposed on my 19th birthday, of course I was nervous. But why not, I said Yes. Our parents were extremely shocked to say the least. But they were supportive of our decision, and we got married 8 months later. We were happy, at least I thought we were.<br /> End of Flashback.<br /> **<br /> Do you ever get that feeling when you feel like everything you have worked hard for comes crumbling down?<br /> Yup, me too.<br /> I never thought I would ever find myself in this situation but, here we are. We're currently in my lawyer's office finalising our divorce.<br /> 22 years old, and a divorcee. Now this is funny.<br /> "Alright, Mrs Cruise, my client Mr Cruise is willing to give you $500 000 as part of the divorce settlement, as well as leaving the house to you. What do you say?" Said his lawyer, Mr Smith.<br /> " I don't want anything that belongs to him, all I'll take is my clothes and my car."<br /> He's sick in the head if he thinks I'll take any of his flithy money.<br /> " Are you sure? Half a million is a lot to start over Mrs - "<br /> "- I'm sure. I'll be fine. And it's Ms Campbell."<br /> Scott looked at me with an unreadable expression. As if he expected me to accept the settlement.<br /> Ha. Suck on that Cheater.<br /> "Alright then...Ms Campbell. All that's left for you to do is to sign on the dotted line on the first, third, and fourth page."<br /> Mr Smith passed over the papers to me.<br /> I dried down my sweaty hands on my skirt and took the pen that was handed to me. With a shaky breath, I signed on the dotted line. It was happening. I am officially a divorced woman. It's over.<br /> But I couldn't help but feel hurt, hurt that the man who was supposed to love me for all eternity would betray me. With MY BEST FRIEND?!?! Bimbo never saw this coming, not by a long shot, that's for sure.<br /> I'm standing outside the courtyard when in my peripheral vision, Scott comes into view.<br /> "So....This is it huh?" Scott drawls out.<br /> "This is. I hope you're happy now. I hope she treats you much better than I could've." I look in the opposite direction to wipe the tears running down my face.<br /> "I'm sad that it had to come to this. I'm sorry that I wasn't faithful to you, and I hope we can move forward on a good note " he said with a faint smile on his lips.<br /> I couldn't take it anymore, so I ignored his last comment and rushed to my car.<br /> As soon as I put on my seatbelt, I could not stop the tears falling down like a waterfall. I loved him, and I still do. But no more. I'm done crying over him who broke my heart. No more Mr Nice Guy.<br /> I drove home with a promise to make sure I come out bigger and better.<br /> "Baby, I'm home!!!" No answer.<br /> That's strange, I've never had to call him more than once before.<br /> "Scott, are you there babe??"<br /> Hmm, weird. His car is in the driveway. Where could he be? Oh well, maybe he's busy with work.<br /> I put the groceries down on the kitchen counter, and quickly made my way upstairs. <br /> As I start my way upstairs, I come across his dress shirt and red stilettos. I feel my heart beat faster with every step I took. He couldn't possibly be with another woman, right?? He promised he would never ever betray me.<br /> Gulping down my nerves, I proceed to the top of the stairs, where I see even more clothes sprawled messily on the first floor. I start feeling light headed and grab on to the banister for support. I take a deep breath, and reach our bedroom door.<br /> I hear deep grunts and moans on the other side of the room. it's now or never. <br /> I open the door and the sight before me sends chills to my spine.<br /> My own husband, balls deep in my best friend Chrissy.<br /> Chrissy Mathews, has....well, had been my friend ever since we were 10 years old. We've told each other all our deepest darkest secrets and always been there for one another. <br /> It was always evident that she was secretly jealous of me, making snide remarks about me on the low, I mean sure, I look very attractive if I do say so myself, but I never took it seriously because she was my best friend.<br /> She never approved of me and Scott's relationship, she always said I deserved better, and we were not compatible for one another. I didn't know why until I found out that she wanted him for herself. Just my luck huh?<br /> "WHAT THE IS GOING ON HERE?!?!" I.Was.Livid. And I didn't give a flying that I was screaming like a madman.<br /> He turned his head around so fast I thought it would snap at that very moment.<br /> "Zara baby... uhh....Baby, please, it's not what you think it is. Please Zara." He pleaded with those beautiful chocolate coloured eyes that once made me turn to jelly.<br /> "Then what is it Scott?! Please make me understand how you're sleeping my best friend?!"<br /> I turned to my best friend. The bimbo who promised to be by my side forever.<br /> "And YOU!!! You're such a bimbo Chrissy, I don't understand how you would do this to me!!"<br /> She looked pleased with herself. Almost like she planned on getting caught. The nerve.<br /> "Zara please, this is not how I wanted this to go down but... I'm sorry you had to find out like this. We can't change anything now." He said, with a blank look on his face.<br /> "Wha-<br /> What are you talking about Scott? We were supposed to be happy Baby, just me and you, living our best lives together, why are you doing this to me?"<br /> "I just can't live this double life anymore Zara, I love Chrissy. I'm in love with her and -"<br /> "No No No No No!!!!!! How are you saying this to me?? You married ME!!!! YOU said for better, for worse till DEATH do US part Scott, surely you don't mean that!!!"<br /> Scott was losing patience fast. " Zara, I cannot ignore the feelings I have for Her" he said, gesturing to Chrissy, who was clearly enjoying the scene unfolding before her.<br /> "We haven't been spending enough time together, I'm always working and you're busy with starting your business. We hardly ever have time for one another. She was always there to lift my mood. She brought back the spark that I thought had disappeared forever. I'm sorry but.....it's over."<br /> My walls were breaking down fast. I'm not about to let them see me weak. I took a deep breath closing my eyes.<br /> "Fine, if that's what you want, so be it. I just hope it was worth destroying our marriage. I'll get my clothes in the morning."<br /> I turned around to leave, not looking back. A part of me wanted him to run after me and tell me he didn't mean all that he said to me. But he didn't. He never did. I grabbed my car keys and left.<br /> t's been 2 years since my divorce, and I am doing so much better than I thought. Scott broke me in ways that I didn't believe were possible. I didn't take his money because I didn't want anything to do with him, or anything that would remind me of him.<br /> I heard through the grapevine that him and Chrissy got engaged a year ago, and to say I was broken would be an understatement. Deep down I always hoped he'd come back to me, and tell me he was foolish to ever leave me, and we would fix things and live out the rest of our days together.<br /> After the divorce I never bothered on trying to date again, it just never felt right.<br /> I was brought out of my daydream by Alex snapping his fingers in my face.<br /> snap snap snap snap*<br /> "Hey!!!! Earth to Zara.... You okay babe?"<br /> "Huh....yeah, yeah. Just thinking is all." He looked at me with a 'are you kidding right now' look.<br /> He took a deep sigh. " Sweetie, he's gone. You have to accept that he's moved on with that hag, and you have to move on too."<br /> I pulled the ends of my long curly hair frustratedly<br /> " I know, I know. You're right. It's his loss and he's not my problem anymore" I said trying to put on a strong face.<br /> " Let's go out tonight babe. It's a Friday , and you haven't been out the house in a million years!!!"<br /> I was apprehensive on going. Clubs aren't even my thing. I don't even drink that much. But then again, I'm single, and I need to let off some steam from the past week.<br /> "let's go to a club!!!!" I said with enthusiasm.<br /> He looked at me and displayed his million dollar smile. "That's my girl!!!! I'll fetch you at uhm.....7?"<br /> "Works for me. Thanks again Alex, for being here for me and helping me move on from that " I told him with a grateful smile on my face.<br /> He waved me off, rolling his eyes with a smirk<br /> " Ugh, it's fine sweetie, he doesn't deserve you, and if anything, you missed a man with that piece of trash. Think of it like this: this is basically your second chance at actually having something real with a person who'll actually put you first. You'll see."<br /> I arrived at my house at 5pm, giving me 2 hours to get ready before Alex comes over.<br /> I came to and the water had turned cold. With a deep sigh I quickly washed up and wrapped myself in a big, fluffy white towel and glanced at the clock.<br /> " one hour left " I thought.<br /> Wiping off the steam on my mirror, I inspected my face and smiled to myself. I ran my hands through my long black, curly hair, and my fair caramel skin.<br /> After my divorce I would have never thought I would be able to move on from Scott. He was my everything, first love, first relationship, and my world seemed to revolve around him. I felt....lost, without him. Tall, Dark, Handsome, Loving. I really thought I had it all.<br /> Leaving my bathroom, I took off my towel and left it on my chair, and went into my walk-in closet to find something to wear.<br /> "since it's a club I have to find something modest, since I'm not much of a clubber"<br /> I chose a orange one shoulder mini-dress that shows my mid-section , paired with orange webbed heels.<br /> I walked over to my vanity and applied a smokey eye and some blush with some lip gloss, with my hair in a high ponytail.<br /> As promised, Alex pulled up and sent a text telling me he was outside.<br /> Doing one final look over in my full length mirror, I walked out of the house, not forgetting to lock and walked down my driveway.<br /> "Girl, you look suh-moking hot sweets!!!" Alex said with a bright smile.<br /> "Aw, thank you. I try." I responded with a laugh.<br /> "Now, are we getting drunk or what?!?!"You know that feeling whereby you have second thoughts on doing, but then it's too late to turn back? Yup, me too.<br /> Sweaty, icky, drunk, swaying bodies surrounding us with the faint smell of spirit and somehwhat intercourse in the air. Thank God this place had air conditioning, otherwise I would have gotten sick.<br /> We're blinded by red, blue and green streak lights from the high ceilings . This is actually a really upscale place if I do say so myself.<br /> We FIGHT our way through the swarms of drunk people and find our way to our table where our friends are already seated.<br /> "ZARA WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?! WE THOUGHT YOU'D DIED IN THAT MASSIVE HOUSE OF YOURS!!!!" , my childhood friend Sammie said to me.<br /> "Seriously though Alex, how did you get this bimbo out of the house?" Nicole adding dramatically.<br /> "Guys please!! I can still have Fun, alright? With that being said....WHO WANTS DRINKS???"<br /> My friends let out screams of approval and gave me their drink orders. I walked over to the bartender on the other side of the floor and gave him our orders, leaving him to do his work. I think back to what Alex said and actually agree that it's not my fault my marriage didn't work out. And I should stop crucifying myself for waste I couldn't control. Maybe there is someone else for me out there, that will truly love me, just...maybe.<br /> For some reason, I felt chills in the back of my spine. As if someone is watching me. I turned around to see no one in particular. Shrugging my shoulders I looked forward and slightly moved my body to the music playing in the background.<br /> The bartender gave me my drinks and I walked back to my table.<br /> { "Who's that girl, the one in the orange dress?"}<br /> { " I dunno, I've never seen her here before. Must be a first timer." }<br /> The mysterious man went back to sipping on his whisky, his eyes still on the beautiful girl.<br /> "Ugh, finally Zara!! We thought you got lost on your way back" said Nicole. "Oh, and did you see how the hawwwwt, guy sitting in the back was looking at you?!?!"<br /> A frown appeared between my eyebrows, "Who, I didn't see anyone at all."<br /> "Look behind you."<br /> I looked behind me and my breath hitched.<br /> Oh. My. Gosh.<br /> Grey eyes, slight stubble along his chiselled jaw, with a tabacco in between his plump, cherry coloured lips, 3 piece black and grey suit, and a watch that probably costs more than my entire life. <br /> Staring Right. At. Me.<br /> He noticed I was looking at him and showcased his million dollar smile. What was this man doing to me?<br /> I returned the smile, just showing politeness, and turned back to the table to see the 3 musketeers looking right at me with wide smiles, ready to pop any minute now.<br /> "The are you looking at, he's just being polite." I felt slightly uncomfortable under his and their gaze. Like I was under a microscope.<br /> "Uhm...what was that Zara? He clearly likes you and all you're gonna offer him is a smile and a wave? What's wrong with you?!?!"<br /> "Hey Hey Hey!!! Not everyone is a horndog like you Taylor, chill out. And besides....you don't chase the man, the man has to chase you."<br /> We took our conversation to the dance floor and started swaying our bodies to the music. The DJ sure does know how to make the party happen, kudos to him.<br /> I drank more and lost myself in the music, until I felt hands hold onto my waist firmly. <br /> Grey eyes was staring down on me. I didn't realise how tall he was since he was sitting down.<br /> He's about 6'7 while I'm a cool 5'7.<br /> "Hey."<br /> I had to tilt my head in order to see him. He looks so much hotter in person.<br /> I took a deep breath trying to not stutter.<br /> "Uh..Hi." <br /> He leaned down to my ear.<br /> "What's a beautiful lady like you doing alone in a place like this?"<br /> His minty breath mixed with whiskey and cigarettes got me real hot and heavy.<br /> "I didn't come here alone. I actually came here with my 4 friends. I'm surprised you didn't see me sitting with them."<br /> He completely ignored my response and looked at me with an indescribable expression.<br /> "Let me take you home. I insist."<br /> "No thank you, I don't want to worry my friends."<br /> "I don't think they'll mind, besides, they're too occupied with ....𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬." He gestured behind me where Taylor was grinding on a random guy, while the other 3 where no where to be seen.<br /> I pondered over it for a while. Leaving with a complete stranger was a completely good idea, no matter how hot, dreamy he may be. But then again....what do I have to lose?<br /> "Let's go." I said feeling confident.<br /> He replied with a lopsided grin and took my hand, leading me to the parking lot, he opened my door for me and I thanked him while getting in.<br /> He jogged over to the driver's side and got in.<br /> Soon enough we were racing down the highway going further and further away from the busy night life.<br /> "Nice car you got." I tried to start a conversation.<br /> "Thanks. Where do you live?" I quickly gave him the coordinates and he continued along the road to my house. I actually took this time to actually look at this mystery man. He's actually more handsome in person, with tattoos peeking out of the collar and sleeves of his white dress shirt.<br /> "Don't you know it's rude to stare, Sweetheart?" With a smile on his face, still focusing on the road.<br /> "Sorry, I didn't realize I was staring that long." I muttered embarrassed. Thank God for my skin tone otherwise he would've noticed the slight blush on my cheeks.<br /> "Ahh, so you 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 staring at me?" His smile getting wider by each word he said.<br /> "I can't help it, I like what I see." Shrugging my shoulders and looking out my window, I realised we had already arrived.<br /> "Thanks again...you know....for not trying to kill me or anything -"<br /> "-wait. I didn't get your name" He turned fully to look at me, awaiting my answer.<br /> "Zara. Zara Campbell. And...you are?"<br /> "Mason Anderson. At your service, Madam." He said with a British accent.<br /> We shared a laugh and exchanged numbers, with him not letting me leave his car until he made sure I gave him the right number.<br /> "I'll give you a call sometime, yeah?"<br /> My heart fluttered at his words.<br /> ".....ERM, sure."<br /> He waited until I got in the house before driving off.<br /> I made a Greek salad to eat before changing into my red nightie and drifting off to sleep.<br /> Maybe I do have a chance to be happy, after all.	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1,778,730	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-05-08 18:42	active	760	1476087376646764	I slept with my bf's bestfriend	I decided to sleep with my boyfriend Vincent's best friend after I found out that Vincent was cheating on me .<br /> I’d met his friend two or three times before, but I didn’t even know his name. I’d only ever heard Vincent call him a “tomcat.”<br /> <br /> Nothing popped up for Tom, and he wasn’t a furry… Or at least, he didn’t look like one. Fortunately, it wasn’t hard to find him through my social media recommendations.<br /> Aaron Morris.<br /> His username was simple: “Amorris”, which was a combination of his first initial and his last name. <br /> There wasn’t a status set on his homepage either.<br /> His avatar was a picture of himself at what looked like a nightclub: a glass of w1ne in hand, head tilted in a wicked smile. Medium-length brown curls were accented by striking blue eyes. The black button-down shirt he was wearing had its bottom half opened, slightly exposing his abs.<br /> Did he have a six-pack? That would definitely make this revenge so much sweeter.<br /> He was undeniably sexy—enough to make most men simmer with jealousy. Sure, Vincent was attractive, but next to Aaron? He really wasn’t much to look at. How could Vincent be friends with someone so gorgeous? Did it not make him feel insecure?<br /> But that didn’t matter. Not anymore.<br /> Aaron accepted my friend request later that afternoon, and it wasn’t long before a notification popped up on my messenger.<br /> Amorris: ?<br /> heyOlive: Busy?<br /> Amorris: No, it’s cool. What’s up?<br /> I began to suspect that Aaron didn’t remember who I was at all. My own homepage had no pictures, and my avatar was just black. Looking back, it’s funny to think that after being together for two years, I’d only hung out with Vincent and his friends a handful of times. He was definitely trying to keep me away from his circle so that he could cheat on me. <br /> heyOlive: A u sing1e?<br /> . . .<br /> Amorris: What do you think?<br /> heyOlive: I booked a hotel room. Do you wanna come over…?<br /> Amorris: Oh darling<br /> Amorris: I don’t sleep with my brother’s girl:)<br /> My face flushed. I did not think he’d recognize my name.<br /> heyOlive: I won’t be his girl soon.<br /> Amorris: :)<br /> That stupid, smug little face made me think that he might’ve known this whole time that Vincent had been unfaithful. The realization brought my anger to a boil. All men really were the same. I wanted to believe that Vincent's cheating was just a one-time mistake, but Aaron’s response led me to believe that it was a regular occurrence. I couldn't imagine the picturethat every time Vincent left for a party, he’d have another woman wrapped up in his arms.<br /> My trust to Vincent was just like a joke. And now Aaron must think that I’d cheated on Vincent before all of this! <br /> The more I thought about it, the more nauseous I felt. I quickly sent a message to my best friend Cinder, desperately looking for an outlet.<br /> heyOlive: Come to the Beast Pub, tonight<br /> heyOlive: Gonna get wasted lol<br /> Cinderss: I can’t tonight :( I have to stay late to work on this stupid landscape plan. The homeowner’s throwing a fit over the water section <br /> heyOlive: Vincent is cheating<br /> Not even two seconds passed.<br /> Cinderss: ill meet you there xx<br /> We met up at Beast Pub, the bar near Cinder’s office. Before she even showed up, I already had a beer in my hand. I usually hated the taste, but today it felt like the only way to douse my anger.<br /> Around 9 o’clock, Cinder finally arrived. She was a blonde beauty, and not even her conservative office uniform could hide her lithe figure. If the clacking of her designer heels didn’t give it away, she came from a family that was a little more than “well off.” The girl had all the money she could ask for but still insisted on working, devoted to her career in landscaping.<br /> “Olive! I’m so, so sorry I’m late, babe! Oh! Yes, one cocktail special, please.” Cinder made her way to my table. She sat herself down across from me and took my hands in hers, “You look so good! Oh my god!” Then she dropped her voice to a hushed tone, “Are you trying to get laid?”<br /> “Apologized for the wait, ordered a drink, and got straight to it, huh?” I waved the glass in my hand and gave her a lazy grin. “Not bad for the heiress of the Swann Group.”<br /> “Ugh… quit it! I’m serious! What is going on with you and Vincent?”<br /> I sipped the foam off my drink and then pulled out my phone, passing it to Cinder.<br /> “Remember when I said Vincent was gonna see his friend Emily? From college? She posted this the day after their class reunion last week.”<br /> “Ooh! Let’s see here… Hotel room window—That’s a nice angle. School shirt. No pants. Probably no underwear. Sleepy eyes.” Cinder clicked her tongue, eyes scanning over the photo’s caption. “Hmm… ‘Throwback to grad night…’ Oh, this is so a morning-after pic.”<br /> “Right? I thought so, too.” I sighed, shoulders slumping as I relived the realization. “That’s Vincent’s shirt she’s wearing.”<br /> Her eyes widened and she held the phone closer to her face. “Wha—How do you know? I’m sure they all have the school shirt.”<br /> “Well, yeah, but Vincent couldn’t find his own before he left. Mine’s oversized so I just let him borrow it. It has some faint paint splatters on the sleeve.” I leaned forward and pointed at the picture. “Right there. She’s wearing the evidence, Cinder. How do you explain that any other way?”<br /> She handed my phone back to me, brow furrowed. "I… don’t know. I mean, I can’t. You’re right.”<br /> A waiter stopped at our table, setting Cinder’s cocktail down. She ignored it, grabbing my glass and taking a long drink. She shot the waiter a dazzling smile, “Can I get one of these, too?”<br /> After he left, I continued, "I didn't mention it to him at first, but then I found out they did share a room. Then I found their texts and—God, I’m such an idiot…”<br /> "He’s such a trash," Cinder corrected.<br /> "Such a trash!" I cried, swallowing another mouthful of beer.<br /> “ yeah!” We clinked glasses. My anger was washed away, just like I’d hoped it would.<br /> Cinder giggled and sat back, “So what’s next?”<br /> “Well…” I smirked over the rim of my drink. “I texted one of his buddies earlier. Said I had a hotel room to myself if he wanted to join me.”<br /> “Ooh! So you’re gonna cheat right back at him!” She was clearly excited, “I love that! So you were with him at the hotel before coming here? Was he handsome? <br /> “No! I mean, I don’t know. Vincent calls him a tomcat,” I said, winking at her. “He turned me down, though.”<br /> “Turned you down?! For what?!” She scowled at me and reached over the table to give my shoulder a shove. “You should’ve sent a bikin1 pic! I bet he wouldn’t have been able to resist something like that.”<br /> “It doesn’t matter. I could easily find someone else…” I set my glass down. “It’s just gonna be hard to find such a perfect-looking guy. I really wanna stick it to Vincent, you know?”<br /> “Oh, totally. I mean look at the guys here,” Cinder scanned over the men in the room, some of whom threw her a wink when saw her looking. She ignored them with a blank expression and turned back to me, wagging a finger in disgust. “You can’t sleep with someone who isn’t at least as handsome as Vincent.”<br /> I nodded. The whole appeal of my revenge was to sleep with a better man to make Vincent feel pathetic. Otherwise, what’s the point?<br /> While I was agonizing over having to find another dreamboat like Aaron, my phone buzzed.<br /> Amorris: Come over?<br /> Before I even had a chance to reply, Aaron sent an address.<br /> “Is that Vincent?” asked Cinder.<br /> I shook my head, “No. It’s the tomcat. Seems like he’s changed his mind…”<br /> She gasped and snatched my phone away. “Aaron Morris… Oh my god. That’s Vincent’s friend?!” <br /> “Yeah? You know him?”<br /> “Know him? My old man tried to set me up with him. Aaron’s the second son of the Morris Group. Not only is his family loaded, but he started his own business in college.” She shook her head and passed my phone back. “He was offered three million dollars for his patents, but he said no. His company’s thriving now.” She paused to sip her drink. “Trust me. Go see him. Vincent is no match.”<br /> She’s right. Aaron was easily my best choice at the moment. I can already imagine Vincent’s seething jealousy and crushed ego if I could make this work with Aaron.<br /> Cinder took a second to map the address Aaron sent me. “He’s at… oh! Tribeca. That’s right by my place.” She nodded at me excitedly, “You can go to my house to change into something better. Fix up your makeup. He’ll be totally blindsided!<br /> “I don’t think that’s necessary,” I said. “We are not dating. I don’t need to go all out.”<br /> She pouted, “Alright, fine. Don’t. But if you go there looking like a tramp, security might not even let you inside.”<br /> “Okay!” I gave in, finishing my beer. “Your place it is. Let’s go.”<br /> An hour later, I was dolled up and Cinder had gone back to her office for the night. At this point, my rage had boiled away, leaving behind a numbness. I didn’t even have it in me to feel ashamed.<br /> I realized I hadn’t eaten anything all day, so I stopped by a local burger joint on the way to his house. While I waited for my order, I pulled out my phone.<br /> heyOlive: Have you eaten yet? I’m grabbing food from Joey’s by your house. I could get you something…?<br /> Amorris: ?<br /> Amorris: I don’t even have pants on, and you’re asking if I want burgers? lol<br /> I laughed at the absurdity of it all.<br /> What was I thinking?<br /> Amorris: Go ahead and pick something for me.<br /> Amorris: Thanks darling<br /> As I held the paper to-go bag in my hand, I glanced between the map on my phone and the cars speeding by. After a few minutes of this, he sent another message.<br /> Amorris: 2 out of 5 stars. Delivery came super late. Will not be ordering again.<br /> I scowled. Just who the did he think I was?<br /> heyOlive: Lost :(<br /> Amorris: Great.<br /> Amorris: Where are you now?<br /> I quickly sent him a picture of my location. Three minutes later, he was suddenly in front of me. It took me a moment to even recognize him.<br /> Most of the times I’d ever seen Aaron were at dim and foggy nightclubs. He’d wear either black or white shirts and always had a beautiful woman at his side. Between Vincent calling him Tomcat and Emily always complimenting his style, my mental image of Aaron was similar to a classy and flirtatious boss.<br /> But today? He was dressed for home: a black sweatshirt and washed-out jeans. He seemed like a wholly different person than the one I met at nightclubs in the past.<br /> He grinned as soon as he saw me. “Hi.”<br /> God, he was so handsome. His Facebook avatar did not do him justice.<br /> It’s said that men are creatures of sight, that they judge by looks. But women can be the same, right? The fact that my notion to “toss the burger to him and leave” had disappeared was enough proof. I knew that Aaron was handsome, just not really my type… <br /> Except that the man in front of me now was exactly the kind of knockout I wanted.<br /> I smiled back, “Hi.”<br /> He reached for the paper bag in my hand, frowning. “Ooh. And the food’s cold.”<br /> If he treats me like a god delivery girl one more time…<br /> He walked me back to his building, leading the way up to his penthouse. The view was breathtaking, showcasing the bustling nightlife of Manhattan.<br /> To be honest, I expected it to be somewhat awkward, but Aaron went straight to the kitchen as soon as we entered, grabbing utensils out of a drawer and putting his burger on a plate. He was really going to eat it with a knife and a fork. Classy.<br /> He looked up at me and asked, “Do you want ketchup?”<br /> I had to remind myself: I am here for a date. I have to at least try having dinner with him before I leave.<br /> God, even his ketchup tasted amazing. It was some ritzy brand I’d never heard of.<br /> After a bit, Aaron stepped into another room to take a phone call. I finished eating and brought the dishes to the kitchen, absentmindedly washing my hands when I felt one of his land on my shoulder, startling me.<br /> He grabbed the plates and put them in the dishwasher, smiling. “You can just leave ‘em in there.”<br /> Then he leaned in a little closer. Granted, it was a safe, platonic distance, but I couldn’t even call myself friends with him yet. I shook the water off my hands and turned to look at him.<br /> His expression was innocent. “Something came up. I have to go.”<br /> What? Was this date already a failure?<br /> “Wait for me, okay? I’ll get changed real quick and take you home,” he said, lifting a hand to brush my hair out of my face. I immediately took a step back to avoid him, and his hand stopped awkwardly in mid-air. He paused for a few seconds before putting it down, still wearing that seductive smile.<br /> “Huh? You were the one who invited me over,” I said, incredulous. How could he just leave like that? I borrowed Cinder’s clothes and redid my makeup for this!<br /> “Alright…” He started slowly. He looked almost confused. “So you wanna wait for me? I’ll be back in soon.”<br /> I bit my lower lip and cursed him internally, but tried my best to stay polite.<br /> “No, it’s alright. I can call a cab,” I gave him a cordial smile, turning to leave. In an instant, he caught me by the wrist and pulled me back. I didn’t resist, letting him bring me to stand in front of him.<br /> He stared at me, brows lowered. Staring into those beautiful blue eyes of his, I felt like I won the lottery.<br /> “Kitchen, living room, or bedroom,” he asked, voice low.<br /> “Bedroom,” I said, suddenly breathless. “The bedroom’s fine.”<br /> Aaron let out a deep laugh. “Perfect.”<br /> I got a good look at his penthouse as he led me upstairs. I’d expected the rest of his home to be gaudy, typical of a young and reckless millionaire, but he surprised me. It reminded me of an elegant hotel suite, decorated with gorgeous vintage furniture, expensive paintings, and marble sculptures.<br /> His bedroom itself was unexpectedly light and simple in comparison. It had a mature black and white color scheme to it. The windowsill was set with w1ne and scented candles and dimmed gallery lights hung from the ceiling. The space was free of furniture aside from the king-sized bed and nightstand in the middle of the room.<br /> I was suddenly disgusted, thinking about how many women he must have had in this bed.<br /> The smell of the candles became almost overpowering, and I hesitated at the doorway. “Can we take a step back?” I asked.<br /> “Back?” He frowned, puzzled. “To what?”<br /> “The living room? Or the kitchen? Someplace else…” I rubbed my nose with one hand, resting the other on my chest.<br /> Aaron cocked an eyebrow at this, walking across the room to open the window and blowing out the candles in the process. He made his way back to me, took my hand, and shot me another award-winning smile. “Darling. Going back isn’t an option.”<br /> And then, I was pulled inside.<br /> The bed was incredibly soft.<br /> Aaron, on the other hand, incredibly uneasy.<br /> He sat over me with his knees at my sides, looking down into my eyes while he slowly undressed. Just a glimpse at the waistband of his underwear was enough to send me into a haze.<br /> He was so charming.<br /> He didn’t have much body hair, giving a clear view of his toned chest, well-defined muscles, and—I knew it!—six-pack abs. His body would put male models everywhere to shame.<br /> Aaron leaned down to stare at me. One hand rested on the side of my face, while the other got to work skillfully unbuttoning my top. The slowed pace made me deeply regret my choice of clothes.<br /> Once it was finally undone, he glanced down at my body and paused. When his eyes met mine again, they were filled with desire.<br /> Underneath my shirt-dress, I was only wearing a skin-tight camisole. I’d borrowed Cinder’s brand new silk halter top. It was white with black lace trim, with an extremely low neckline to accentuate my bust. Through the thin material, you could clearly make out the pink of my teat. The hem was barely long enough to cover my panties.<br /> I watched his Adam’s apple bob and felt a hand slide around my waist, gently tickling through the fabric. He asked in a hoarse voice, “Is this alright?”<br /> I held my tongue, biting my bottom lip. My hand was weakly pressed against his chest. My heart pounded in my chest, and when I felt Aaron’s racing under my fingertips, I couldn’t help but moan.<br /> He didn’t bother lifting my skirt, instead slipping his hand under the fabric. It came to a tantalizing stop at my chest, his long index finger tracing my curves, sending a shiver down my spine.<br /> I caught his hand, my breath unsteady. “Stop teasing me. Please.”<br /> Aaron raised his eyebrows slightly. Then he took my wrist in his free hand, dragged it up his leg and along his inner thigh, and held it to his hardened length through his jeans.<br /> “You don’t want to rush this, do you?” He lowered his head, and I felt his hot breath as he whispered in my ear. “No, I think I need to warm you up for this first.”<br /> Any protest I had died in my throat.<br /> He gave a soft chuckle and slid his fingers down to my thighs, squeezing roughly. My breathing became even more labored.<br /> He moved to kiss my neck, and I reflexively shied away. <br /> But Aaron didn’t seem to notice, his tongue trailing down to lick at my collarbone, then further down to my chest. He seemed to be loving the foreplay as much as I was. I felt him hook a finger into my panties and pull them away, only to return in seconds to trace the outside of my flower.<br /> There was a sensitive twitch in my belly and slick heat coated his fingers. I saw him lift his hand, smiling gently. His gorgeous blue eyes looked at me as if I were the most precious gem in the world. I was so lost in his gaze that I almost missed him speaking.<br /> “You’re already soaked, hmm? I haven’t even had a chance to play with your 'petal', darling.” And with that, his thumb finally made its way to my pistil.<br /> I clenched my legs almost instantly, my back arching. He took that opportunity to slide his other hand up the curve of my bare back. I wanted to scream at how well he worked my body.<br /> “Mmm,” he hummed. “You’re squeezing my fingers so tightly… Loosen up.” His tone was seductive and steady, a stark contrast to my uncontrollable gasps of pleasure. “You can squeeze all you want once my member is in you.”<br /> I could only whisper as I begged, “Please… Please give it to me.”<br /> He laughed softly and leaned down again, his teeth lightly catching my teat through the thin silk of my chemise. Gentle nibbling and teasing with the tip of his tongue left behind a damp stain.<br /> “Your teat are different, darling.” His voice began to tremble with excitement. “All for me…”<br /> “Sh–Shut up,” I managed. I didn’t want to hear the filth spilling out of his mouth, especially when it was the truth, but the intense stimulation and thrill of my revenge aroused me beyond anything I’d felt before.<br /> My flower throbbed and ached, twitching at his wicked words. I shuddered again as his finger had worked its way in, and I felt it exploring and massaging all the right places. Feeling my wetness, he gently withdrew his finger and looked playfully at the glossy sheen left behind. The sudden emptiness made the aching even worse as my insides clenched around nothing.<br /> “Shut up? That’s not what your body’s telling me…” He cocked his head and smiled innocently. “In fact, it looks like it wants even more.”<br /> He stuck out his tongue and dragged it slowly over his fingers, silver threads pulling at the edges of his mouth. The clear blue of his eyes began to darken, growing dangerous and feral.<br /> I felt every nerve in my body screaming for his member. I don’t know why—I used to feel so neutral about intercourse in past relationships. Even with Vincent, I was never so desperate for it. Yet right now, I could only focus on Aaron’s length nestled between my legs, grinding against me through his pants, and all I wanted was to have him.<br /> Aaron tore the camisole off of me, his lips trailing down from my chest to my stomach. I was finally undressed underneath him, and I could hear him suck in a breath.<br /> “I wish I could keep you here forever,” he muttered. I heard him swallow and felt him through his jeans as he ground his hips into mine. “Right here in my bed…” He panted, pulling down his pants and finally freeing his member. <br /> Despite his thorough foreplay and preparation with his fingers, there was still that initial painful stretching. This tomcat was absolutely living up to his reputation as a lady-killer.<br /> He sighed almost dreamily, desire-filled eyes glazed over. His comfortable expression was actually kind of adorable.<br /> “Relax,” he reminded me as he stilled himself.<br /> My voice came out broken, “I am.”<br /> He smiled a little, pushing even deeper, and I couldn’t hold back my groan.<br /> “Hey.” He held my chin, softly running his thumb over my lips. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable… and let me know what feels good, okay?” Everything about him was sending goosebumps down my body.<br /> What kind of feedback did he want exactly?<br /> Before I got a chance to ask, he gave an experimental thrust, and I couldn’t bite back my moan in time.<br /> “Just like that, darling,” he gave a breathy laugh.<br /> He was going to be the death of me.<br /> Aaron couldn’t help himself at this point. He rammed his member into me, tangling his fingers in my hair and tilting my head back. I felt his Adam’s apple tickling my neck while he moaned and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. When he’d pull back, he’d gaze into my eyes as if mesmerized by the dazed, half-focused way I looked up at him.<br /> He slurred, “Let me taste those sounds you’re making, baby.” And with that, his mouth traced my jawline until he found my lips.<br /> I turned my head away, avoiding the kiss. That was a little too intimate for us.<br /> This didn’t seem to put him off and he kept up his rhythm. I listened to the honeyed words that fell from him—how charming, how lovely, how perfect I was—and I listened to the filthy words as well. Filthy words about my body, my lips, and my eyes.<br /> Just as my thoughts were drifting, he brought me back to the moment with a deep, delicious thrust. “You still with me, darling?”<br /> I felt like I could die like this, lost in the feeling of him. I didn’t even have the words to describe it. It was carnal and passionate in a way that transcended each of my senses. I was overwhelmed by the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the vulgar wetness as he drove himself into me again and again, my own shameless screams of euphoria, and his fervent gasps.<br /> My phone rang. I knew it must be Vincent.	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1,778,367	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778252}'	No	2024-05-08 18:37	active	760	3445287695617296	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	My husband had been having an affair with his assistant. I could hear the sounds of moans pouring from our bedroom before I opened the door.<br /> When I heard the wailing moans of my soon to be ex husband's "secretary" I walked my undressed hip directly to them.<br /> I took a deep breath clearing the visual of them having intercourse from my head. Oh, I had grand plans for these two adulterers.<br /> I opened the door, walking in and pausing to watch them. <br /> I walked right past both of their startled figures, to my dresser where my phone was with a smirk. "Hey guys, smile for the camera!"<br /> I turned on my camera, snapping pictures of them on the bed still frozen, both staring at me in shock.<br /> "Nice.Please forgive the intrusion, I'll be on my way in just a sec."<br /> ————————<br /> Vivian<br /> I took a deep breath compose myself as the my introduction to the crowd began. My heart felt as if it was in my throat right now. It felt like the weight of the world was centered on my shoulders.<br /> If I was successful, not only would it launch my modeling career at age 28, but I would increase funding for this campaign.<br /> Since majority of the crowd outside of these curtains did not have my skin tone, I had to impress them.<br /> Today is the beginning of a campaign launching models with brown skin into the dominantly pale skinned model industry. I will be the face of the campaign and in order to be successful, I must make these rich people want to fund this campaign.<br /> And I will succeed.<br /> There has never been a fashion show like this, where I haven't had my hair straightened, my make up has not been contoured on my face to match those around me, and I am not walking fiercely down the walkway as if I'm walking on fire.<br /> I had always been confident in myself as a black woman yet I still found myself getting stage fright before my shows. Even more so with the bold campaign I was now launching.<br /> And after many failed seductive attempts with my husband lately, I wasn't sure if I could seduce the crowd before me.<br /> Instead I am to walk slowly, very seductively. My natural kinky curls framed my face, I have little to no make up on so that I appear soft as I am, completely naturally.<br /> The curtains are pulled back and as I began my walk down the aisle, it is not hard at all to seduce the crowd.<br /> I capture everybody's attention and when I pass them, the from the corner of my eye, I can see the effect I have on them and I couldn't help how it boosted my confidence.<br /> My walk is so natural and graceful that I practically glide down the run way. The bronze light is soft and makes my brown skin glow in the dark like highlight. The sway of my hips is mesmerizing to the crowd, so I pause and I turn slowly looking at all the faces to give them my best seductive smile.<br /> Many have lost their composure, becoming flustered by my attention. I hold my smirk, this is my crowd now.<br /> I almost falter when I see that my husband is not among the crowd. Once upon a time, he was always the first face that I graced with my smiles. He had never missed one of my shows in the beginning, looking up at me just as entranced as the rest of the crowd.<br /> I can feel my eyes watering so I quickly look away from them and continue making my way down the runway.<br /> When I finish with the crowd, I walk back up the runway and into the darkness hiding me from the crowd as they all cheer. In the darkness I hold my face, I can't help the excitement that overcomes me. I did it!<br /> My husband had promised to be here today. If he wasn't behind stage with the rest of my crew then I didn't know what this would mean for our marriage. I could worry about all that tomorrow though.<br /> Tonight, I fuccccckkking owned that crowd and I was sure going to celebrate my success on my birthday.<br /> I let out the breath that I had been holding and recompose myself then I walk behind stage to the small group gathered for me. I grin victoriously, strutting up to them saucily.<br /> "You did it, Vi! They all looked like they wanted to eat you up." My best friend and manager Naomi screams running up to me to hug me while all my co-workers clap and shout congrats. "How about some birthday cake before the next show?"<br /> I give Naomi the biggest hug and nod.<br /> "What's wrong girl?" She asks noticing something is wrong right away.<br /> I want to be happy but I have this really terrible feeling in my chest. I hug her back trying not to smile awkwardly as I ask her if my husband Richard made an appearance tonight.<br /> "No, I didn't see him? Was he supposed to be here?" She asked.<br /> "Yes." I replied. I could see the look of pity on her face as she shook her head, it had been about 4 years since he had been to one of my modeling gigs. And what type of message did that send? He was my husband and should've been here to support me.<br /> Part of me isn't really surprised, I knew when I refused to quit modeling and depend fully on Richard financially that our marriage would change.<br /> But this job is what helped get his business up and running when we graduated college with no immediate careers in sight. So I decided to keep modeling even after Richard became financially stable, despite it not being anything closely related to what I'd majored in.<br /> Naomi attempts to cheer me up with the double chocolate layer cake she baked me for my birthday and I grin at her trying my best not to let my intuition eat away at my happiness, nobody wanted an unhappy campaign model right?<br /> I finally manage to escape Naomi and her devil addicting double chocolate cake, making my way out front to the crowd to make my appearances and answer questions for those who had attended the opening show before the next show started.<br /> Afterwards when it was time for the second show, I made my way backstage to my booth to check my phone for any messages from Richard. He was a very successful business man that had recently become the owner of the company he had worked for, thanks to me, why shouldn't he take days off to support my career? Why else was his secretary always around for then?<br /> The bad feeling in my chest only increase at that point, and I recognized it as my intuition. Something was up and I was so angry that I seemed like the only one who wanted our marriage so I was gonna confront Richard about it. After not locating my phone, I realized that I had left my phone at home and since this was the second show I could afford to leave. I was only required to show my face at the after party that started in 6 hours and I would be back by then.<br /> I grabbed my bag and dipped before anyone noticed, sneaking another slice of Naomi's cake as I went.<br /> When I finally made it home I sat in the car for a moment smashing on the piece of cake because Richard hated when I ate sweets. It was my birthday, I deserved to smash my face in it!<br /> When I finished, I walked into the house instantly noticing the clothing littered the floor. There were female clothing scattered among the trail that led upstairs. A sickening feeling overcame me at that moment but I forced the cake that had suddenly came up back down, following the trail of clothing up the stairs to my bedroom door slowly, quietly.<br /> I could hear the sounds of moans and groans pouring from our bedroom.<br /> My husband had grown bold, it seemed. Obviously he had no respect for me if he passed up one of the most successful campaign launches for my career to bring a bimbo to our house to have an affair.<br /> I almost turned to leave, wanting to just walk away with my heart partially intact but I knew I had to see this. I tried to mentally prepare myself for this. I wanted to know who the bimbo was.<br /> To bring a woman to our home and have intercourse with her in our bed on my birthday? He was so disrespectful and just asking to be caught. As I stepped closer to the door, I could hear her telling him how much she loved him through the door.<br /> He responded, telling her that he loved her too. I closed my eyes counting to ten and gathering what remained of my resolve.<br /> I can do this, I thought. I must see this.<br /> I forced myself to open the door, my eyes widening as I saw them in the act up close and personal.<br /> I realized that he had been having an affair with his assistant, Emily. The sad part is that this did not appear to be just a regular experience. They were making love and the familiarity of it told me that it had been happening for quite a while. I couldn't have prepared myself for the pain that I felt slicing through my heart in a thousand years.<br /> My soul was in agony, this was not something that the mind couldn't rationalize for the sake of saving my heart from breaking into pieces. It had been in my face all along and I had been blind to it because we had started attending marriage counseling together. What a joke the marriage counselling must have been to both of them.<br /> My marriage was over. And that one thought kept repeating inside my head like a broken record.<br /> It's over.<br /> I dropped my bag at the door, turning to run away from the sight of them. I couldn't take the pain of watching them anymore. My marriage to Richard had meant everything to me, we had been married 10 years.<br /> I managed to hold my sobs as I ran outside of my home, past my car, and down the streets of our beautiful neighborhood. I just let myself run freely, trying to run myself to exertion to exchange the pain from my heart to the pain in my legs. My silk dress had ripped all up my thighs exposing my lace panties, too delicate for the strain that my pumping legs made. I did not care at all, not pausing to cover myself or look if anybody was looking at me.<br /> When I finally stopped to catch my breath and look around I was just at the local park 10 minutes away from my home. I finally let my sobs out, breaking down completely as I saw that the park was empty.<br /> Richard had been my high-school best friend turned sweetheart after prom, when I gave him my first time. I had always loved him, just fell in love our senior year. I had wanted to have children with him and grow old with him, I did everything right to keep him happy. I had never looked back and regretted anything until now. I knew that we were never supposed to be more than friends but I still married him after high-school because he had been the only guy I wanted to be with.<br /> Richard had cheated once before in college but that was just a one time at a party. He hadn't came back to our dorm that night and that next morning, I had just knew. I forgave him since we were still basically kids in college, told him he was still who I wanted and that I wouldn't dream of sleeping with another man. But still once a cheater, always a cheater.<br /> He destroyed me..<br /> Everything else I could deal with. Marriage was about forgiveness and making sacrifices, right?But sharing intimacy with another? That was the worst type of betrayal. I couldn't stay with him after this. I couldn't forgive him for this, but I was too weak to walk away. Love didn't just fade away, the hurt was still there stabbing me in my chest. I wanted him to hurt, I knew that he loved me. I was the real mastermind behind his company. He couldn't afford to lose me.<br /> But I had nothing left to give. I had put everything including my soul into my marriage, only for it to shatter before my eyes. I couldn't stand another thought of being on this Earth without him after this, either.<br /> He was my only best friend after all.<br /> How would I end it?<br /> My LIFE.<br /> How would I commit suicide?<br /> Pills? Hanging? Knife? Bridge?<br /> I could have a peaceful death. I would drown myself, let the water end the anguish that brewed inside my heart. And when they found my body, he would know.<br /> He did this. He lost me, forever.<br /> ---<br /> Vivian<br /> Silence makes many people very uncomfortable. It's non existence is deafening, it can be insistent and unable to escape. People cannot stand the thought of being alone in silence. People crave interaction with people, they crave attention.<br /> I, however, craved intimacy. And I was not just talking about intercourse.<br /> Intimacy wasn't about who could touch my body, it was about who could touch my soul.<br /> Intimacy was the purest form of connection, something I lacked in my marriage.<br /> Now I wished that I could capture that silence for myself. I wanted to bottle that silence, preserve it just for me so that I could release it every time my thoughts overwhelmed my head.<br /> I studied the ripples that my legs made in the pond.<br /> Beautiful, I thought, tilting my head up to look up into the dark sky. I closed my eyes, if I waited any longer I would lose my nerve. I sucked in my breath, desperately trying to taste the sweetness of summer one last time but it was too late. I tasted bitterness on my tongue and I felt it engulfing me, tainting the taste that I had wanted to savor. I gasped, inhaling fresh air, despair filled me at the thought that I would leave this world with my soul not at peace. I forced myself to believe that I could taste the final sweet taste of summer and it subdued my mind as I gently stretched my legs side to side before sliding into the water allowing the water to close over my face without panicking.<br /> The water was colder as I floated underneath it. My dress seems tighter, constricting my gentle movements so I removed it, ripping it off my body before I really started to panic.<br /> Peaceful. Peaceful. Peaceful. I chanted inside my head, all I wanted was to die peacefully. Something inside me won't allow that though, something rebels. I am rebelling.<br /> I've never been a coward, why should I start now?<br /> Because it hurts...<br /> Suddenly loud ringing starts in my ears and I gasp stupidly, releasing the the little air that I had been holding onto. The water has changed, becoming insistent and dragging me down. The fear consumes me, I am really terrified to die. What happened to dying peacefully?<br /> Just fight for your life. My conscience screams.<br /> I desperately fling my arms back and forth, pumping my legs to swim to the surface of the water. I swim until I can see a glimmer of light in the dark water, the surface was just there but my body is weaker now. I can barely move because I've driven my body to exertion.<br /> I am just about to reach the surface when my breath finally gives out and I am forced to swallow the water.<br /> I've tempted Satan with my soul, now he is going to make me drown.<br /> You were almost there, I couldn't help thinking as I began to jerk uncontrollably, the water inducing spasms of my larynx. Within 30 seconds, the laryngospasms begin to weaken and I'm losing consciousness. My life begins flashing before my eyes and as my brain skims through my wonderful childhood, it isn't long before I see Richard. He was my first best friend. My first love. My first everything and my life with him flashed.<br /> Realizing that I loved him. Marrying him after high school graduation. The discovery of his infidelity in college. Choosing to stay and work through our problems. Graduating college with honors with him at my side. Pursuing a modeling career to help support us while he became stable. Then finally coming home tonight to discover that that infidelity had never ceased.<br /> The pain of knowing that 10 years of my life had been wasted in a one-sided loveless marriage with a cheating prick did not hit me as hard as earlier. The pain was just gone, I had not loss much with Richard... only time.<br /> Then my flashes stop and I see what could be, my life starting anew. Dating, a faithful relationship with the man of my dreams, having children in my little farm house. I want it so bad but it is just out of my grasp. The water is pulling me down, refusing to allow me to float just under the waterline anyone. I am sinking like a stone.<br /> I know that brain failure is imminent but I also know that there is one last chance to survive.<br /> My body forces me to inhale again and with that force, I propel myself upwards. I finally break the surface of the water, spitting up all that awful tasting water that I had pretended tasted so sweet. I climb out of the pond, looking down at the misleading peaceful looking waves.<br /> I ripped off the remainder of my underwear hating the feeling of wet clothing on my skin, decidi<br /> ng right then and there that I would never step foot in any large body of water ever again. I start my walk back to my home.<br /> When I opened the door to the house and made my way pass the clothing, I smiled a very dark smile.<br /> When I heard the wailing moans of my soon to be ex husband's "secretary" I walked my undressed hip directly to them.<br /> I took a deep breath clearing the visual of them making love from my head. Oh, I had grand plans for these two adulterers.<br /> And now I would not go silently.<br /> I opened the door, walking in and pausing to watch them. They were making love, it was no question.<br /> The door smacked the wall hard alerting them that I was here. Emily's shocked gasp filled the air.<br /> I walked right past both of their startled figures, to my dresser where my phone was with a smirk. "Hey guys, smile for the camera!"<br /> I turned on my camera, snapping pictures of them on the bed still frozen, both staring at me in shock.<br /> "Nice." I commented before making my way to my walk in closet. "Please forgive the intrusion, I'll be on my way in just a sec." I grabbed a dress for the after party that I was now late for and made my way to the bathroom humming happily.<br /> At the angle that I took the pictures, the affair was unmistakable. I smiled at them again when I passed. Emily now scrambled to grab the covers that they had kicked on the floor. I chuckled, I had already saw everything she had to offer, with the comforter out of her reach she was now using Richard to shield her and neither of them would make eye contact with me.<br /> "At least own up to what y'all were doing, be adults about it. I'm not mad." I said.<br /> "Vivian, I can-" Richard began to try to make that dumb hip excuse, with that dumb hip look on his face pissing me off. The nasal sound of his voice was pissing me off. Everything about him was pissing me off. What did I ever see in him? Love sure blinded the outta me if I was just noticing this now.<br /> "Explain? No need to Richard, I see you both right now. Again, continue if you wish, I'll be on my way in a minute." I said, shutting the bathroom door and showering.<br /> I thanked fate for allowing me to leave my phone home in order to discover the affair. I took my sweet time, going all out with my routine and appreciating the warm water after I had been floating in that cold hip water for close to 3 hours. I even started to sing, ignoring Richard when he knocked on the door calling my name.<br /> After I got done I continued ignoring him while I dried, lathered myself with oils, and did my hair. my time was all my own again. My days of answering to him were over.<br /> "Freedom," I sang, opening the door and pushing past him. "Why were you undressed? What do you mean you're not mad?" He was frowning at the dress that I had on. "Where are you going Vivian?" He asked.<br /> "Not today, Richard." I said, ignoring his question. Both of them were now dressed and she sat on the perfectly made as if the affair had never happened.<br /> "Vivian, I would like to apologize," She began as we made eye- contact. I could almost respect her, but she was the worst type of person. They both were. <br /> "How long?" I asked her.<br /> "About-" She began.<br /> "Emily shut it, Vivian its not what you think. We-"<br /> "Save it, Richard. I was speaking to Emily, woman to woman. Now, how long?" I said looking at her. I saw his disbelief that I had just cut him off. I had never did it before but then again, I had never disrespected him by cheating or even entertaining the thought either.<br /> "About 4 years." Longer than I thought initially, but now that I thought back he had stopped attending my shows around that time.<br /> "Wow, I hope you both have a good night. <br /> I'm out." From the corner of my eye I notice Richard eyeing me. I turned getting him a 360 view of my dress and his face turned red. "Where are you going, Vivian?" He said it possessively.<br /> "To have passionate intercourse with a random stranger, Richard." I could feel a hysterical laugh building inside me but I manage to hold in in, smiling instead. "Its only fair that I make up for all the intercourse I've been missing out on due to your negligence. Enjoy your secretary, husband. When we're divorced, feel free to marry her because when I'm done with you, nobody will come near either of you again." I said, leaving them dumbfounded.<br /> I made a show of bending to grab my purse at the doorway, turning back to smile seductively at Richard.<br /> I giggled, standing and holding my head high as I walked out of the house to my car. I had never been insecure of my body but since Richard treated me as if I'd been invincible, and not from a lack of trying on my part, for the past two years I had been questioning myself. I mean slowly losing my self confidence as the significant other.<br /> Never again... Near death experiences had a way of making you see what really mattered.<br /> My happiness.<br /> Call me selfish or whatever. I have missed out and tonight I was going to make up for it.<br /> Nothing could make me stay to work things out at this point, I was divorcing him. With the proof I had, I would destroy him then take everything that he had. I wasn't walking away from this 10- year investment empty handed.<br /> Once, he told me that he would give me the world.<br /> But I could settle with his bank account.	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1,778,148	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778352}'	No	2024-05-08 18:34	active	760	461176433248309	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	That's Tristan's shaft.<br /> Am I dreaming, or did I really I just walk in on Tristan masturbating?<br /> His eyes fly open, meeting mine in the mirror. "God!" He jerks his hand from his shaft and whirls around, grabbing for his jeans. "Get out!"<br /> Heat pools low in my belly. I've never been turned on by a man's ecstasy before, but oh fvck ... That look in his eyes while he rapidly moved that big hand up and down his sahft.<br /> Why am I so shallow? I hate this man. I've hated him for as long as I can remember. Tristan is a prick. He set out to humiliate me on purpose with this whole game nomination. I thought it wasn't possible for me to be attracted to a cruel person.<br /> Why did he do it? It's such odd behavior coming from the campus man-bimbo. There were probably dozens of girls at that party who would've been happy to do the job for him.<br /> Strange.<br /> ————————<br /> AMY<br /> Writing Jane Austen erotic fan-fiction is the best way to spend a Friday night. It's not a universally acknowledged truth, but it should be.<br /> The bass from the party pounds through the walls of my dorm room. I sigh before clicking save and closing my laptop. This noise makes it impossible to write. I'm constantly taken out of the world inside my head.<br /> I was just getting to the good part, too. Mr. Darcy was about to pin Elizabeth against the wall in the Nether field library. My readers are going to eat it up when I finally get to posting it on AO3.<br /> Another night alone in my bed with my laptop for company. My bestie, Cody, constantly makes fun of me for my hermit ways, especially given the fact that I write unhinged erotic Pride and Prejudice fanfic in secret. It doesn't bother me in the slightest. I'm a nerd, and I embrace it with fervor. I've even adopted the aesthetic—the purple hair and the large round glasses—as a signal to people that I'm socially awkward. Approach at your own risk.<br /> I twist and stretch my neck, jerking back when a knock rattles my door. I moan as I get off my bed. It's probably someone from the party looking for more spirit. Or a partner to do shots with.<br /> They've come to the wrong place.<br /> When I open the door, RA Gigi is standing in the hall with an envelope in hand and a large grin on her face. "Did you hear?" she asks.<br /> I frown. "Hear what?"<br /> She pauses, as if to increase my suspense. "You were chosen."<br /> My incredulity must be all over my face, because Gigi bursts into laughter. "The game! You're one of the girls chosen."<br /> I don't have to ask her what game she's talking about. Everyone at Pacific Crest knows what "the game" is. Every November, ten female students are entered into a reality show-esque competition to vie for a special night with the homecoming king. After four weeks of group dates and stupid competitions like relay races, the homecoming king chooses his favorite of the ten women to escort to the winter ball.<br /> And by homecoming king, I mean Tristan Wolfe.<br /> For the last two years, the student body has nominated the same homecoming king. Arrogant, brainless, cruel Tristan Wolfe.<br /> The game is silly and antiquated. Why is it always the homecoming king who gets to choose? Why doesn't the queen get her own competition?<br /> Because my small private university is misogynistic, that's why. The winner gets a ten-thousand-dollar scholarship all because some brainless frat boy thinks they're the hottest of ten contestants.<br /> It should be freaking illegal.<br /> I'd never apply, even though the scholarship money would be nice. I couldn't win, so it wouldn't even be worth trying.<br /> "That's impossible," I say.<br /> She smiles. "No mistake. Someone must have filled out an application for you. I was sent here to deliver this." She hands me a thick manila envelope. "It tells you everything you need to know. There's a dress code..." Her gaze slips down from my Pemberly T-shirt all the way to my kitten-face slippers. "If you don't have the money for nice clothes, you can apply for a sponsor."<br /> I grit my teeth as I take the envelope from her hands. "Thanks."<br /> After Gigi leaves, I sink back down on my bed, unable to take my eyes off the manila envelope in my hand. This is a joke. Someone is kidding me.<br /> But who? Not a single one of my friends would play a prank this mean. They all know how tedious I find the whole game process, even just as an observer. The film students are constantly around campus, following the contestants with their phones in the air, trying to catch every ounce of drama for Pacific Crest's YouTube channel.<br /> One year, I wolfed down a bacon avocado burger right in the background of one of the game dates. Anyone who watched that video saw me with chipmunk cheeks and green sludge dripping down my chin. Cody made fun of me for months after that incident. He even printed a large close-up picture of my face that he taped to his wall. But even he'd never dare enter me as a joke. He knows how much I hate Trist—<br /> Did Tristan do this?<br /> He must've. No one else would take the time for such an elaborate and creative humiliation. Tristan with the sly smirk and the deceitful blue eyes. Tristan who never resists an opportunity to antagonize me.<br /> Tristan Wolfe who told his ex—my former best friend, Harper—about my fanfic pseudonym after he lured me into confiding in him.<br /> Tristan Wolfe who stood in the center of the Pacific Crest quad while Harper read a intercourse scene from my ~Pride and Prejudice~ fanfic aloud to a group of their prick friends. They laughed like jackals while Tristan smirked, his eyes locked on mine.<br /> Harper may have been the one who read my fanfic, but it was all Tristan's idea. I know it was. Harper was angry with me, but she wouldn't resort to cruelty without someone pushing her into it. She was never cruel before she got together with Tristan—that miserable winter during our sophomore year of high school. He's the reason she dropped me like an out-of-date fashion trend.<br /> Like I was an embarrassment to her.<br /> Because I was an embarrassment to Tristan. He was the leader of the stupid popular kids at our high school, and he ruled the school like a tyrant. Harper was able to make her way into his exclusive club, beautiful as she is, but her best friend had to go. He drove a wedge between us.<br /> He signed me up for the game. I know he did. He's probably planning to use the publicity to humiliate me even more than he did that day almost two years ago.<br /> I'm going to kill him.<br /> Tonight.<br /> I jump out of my bed and grab a sweater from my closet. There's always an ocean chill this time of night, and I refuse to be shivering when I confront him.<br /> I storm out of my room and head down the hall. The bass is so loud that my teeth rattle in my skull, flaying my nerves. Tristan's frat on a Friday night will be so much worse, and I have to keep my head.<br /> When I make it down the stairs and step outside, I inhale the cool ocean air. The salty scent is a balm, and my heart slows in my chest.<br /> As soon as I get to the big red door of Zeta Nu Xi, I throw it open, clutching the manila envelope in my hand. My face burns as partygoers turn to stare at me. I must stand out like a neon sign with my glasses and oversized sweater, but I don't care.<br /> I have to find him.<br /> As expected, Tristan is in the center of the room with a red cup in one hand and an arm around a gorgeous woman. A malicious smile rises to my lips. Harper broke up with him at the end of last semester. I heard about it through the dorm gossip chain, and inside, I rejoiced. Good for her.<br /> Granted, they've broken up countless times since sophomore year of high school, and the fact that they go to the same college means they most likely won't be done with each other until after graduation.<br /> But for now, Tristan is single.<br /> I hope he hates it. He seems like the type of pathetic loser who has to be in a relationship to feel validated as a human being. I hope he's miserable now.<br /> Our eyes meet from across the room. Tristan's widen. He examines me from the top of my head down to my slippers. When his gaze meets mine again, that familiar, malicious smirk tugs at his lips.<br /> I can't help but feel a little smug that I'm one of few people who doesn't find him even slightly attractive. Cruel people are ugly to me, no matter how objectively gorgeous they might be.<br /> Harper doesn't find him attractive either. She and I constantly made fun of him before they started dating. When he first started showing interest in her our sophomore year, I asked her why she was even considering him when she found him so vapid and boring.<br /> ~"He's Tristan Wolfe, Amy,"~ she'd said. ~"I can't believe he's interested in me."~<br /> I forgave her for it. Harper has an innate need for attention. Her dad was an addict before he died, and her mom was so consumed with the burden of codependency that she didn't have enough mental space for her children. Harper and her younger brother, Nick, were neglected in a way I could never fully understand.<br /> I march up to Tristan, waving the envelope in the air. "Tell me how I got this, and I'll let you live."<br /> He glances down at the envelope and then back up at me, eyes glinting with amusement. The pretty girl in his arms looks up at him and frowns.<br /> "Give me a second, baby." He nudges her aside and steps closer to me.<br /> Too close. I can smell spirit mixed with mint on his breath. The heat of his huge body radiates over my skin, and I take a step back.<br /> He's entirely too big. Big shoulders. Big hands. I never noticed it in high school. I'd never been up close to him until that day in the library when I thought there might be more to him than beauty and sadist. When he probed me with those pretty blue eyes and asked about my passion for writing as if he were really interested.<br /> The liar.<br /> "Don't be shy," he says, clearly sensing my discomfort.<br /> I make sure that my smile doesn't reach my eyes. "Don't confuse my loathing with shyness."<br /> His eyes widen before he laughs. "~Loathing~. I love the way you talk. Like you're writing medieval fanfic." He tilts his head. "~Erotic ~medieval fanfic about two Jane Austen characters."<br /> My cheeks are on fire. It takes all my willpower to keep my eyes fixed on his.<br /> Tristan is cruel. I know this. It doesn't hurt anymore.<br /> How could it hurt when he's clearly a freaking idiot?<br /> I lift my chin. "~Pride and Prejudice~ takes place during the Regency period, which was several centuries after the medieval period. I guess they cut a few corners when they gave you that football scholarship, huh?"<br /> His smile is fixed, but warmth glints in his eyes. This is the expression of his that always confuses me. His smile is almost...<br /> Kind.<br /> No wonder he has so many friends when he's such a prick. He tricks them all with the appearance of kindness.<br /> "I'm a math and science guy, Amelia," he says. "I don't know history or literature."<br /> ~Amelia~. My full name. Tristan always calls me anything but Amy. Sometimes even nicknames like Ames, as if we're buddies. It's just another way to taunt me.<br /> "You should read some literature," I say. "It would make conversations with you less tedious. Should I explain 'tedious' for you? It means boring. You're boring to talk to, Tristan."<br /> His smile fades. He stares at me for a long moment before his eyes flash and his nostrils flare. This is his cruel look, and a chill skitters down my spine.<br /> It's dangerous to make fun of Tristan. Usually, he brushes my insults off like dust, but you never know when you're going to hit a nerve.<br /> I need to change the subject. Fast.<br /> "Explain this," I say, lifting the envelope. "I know you're the reason for it."<br /> He smiles slowly. "What makes you say that?"<br /> I slap the envelope across his chest. "Because I didn't apply. I would never apply." I grimace. "I knew you were going to be the homecoming king."<br /> When I say the last part, his jaw clenches. "I just thought a shy little virgin like you could use an exciting new experience." He smiles. "You can act out your fanfic in real life. I'll be your Mr. Darcy."<br /> Heat washes over my face. I want to slap that smug smile off his face. "You're more of a Mr. Wickham," I say.<br /> He chuckles. "Either way, I'd be happy to pop your cherry for you."<br /> I grimace. What a disgusting euphemism, if it can even be called that. And I'm not a virgin, goddammit. I've had intercourse.<br /> A few times. With my boyfriend during freshman year.<br /> Each time was fast and awkward and a little painful, and we broke up before we had the chance for it to get better.<br /> I'm not a virgin, but I know exactly what Tristan is implying.<br /> ~You must be a virgin because who would want you? Who would want a short, chubby girl who spends all her free time writing Jane Austin erotic fanfiction?~<br /> The anger pulsing through my veins is as heady as a dope. He might be a fatphobic narcissist, but I'm not ashamed of my body. I feel almost like I'm in a dream as I step forward until my chest brushes against Tristan's. I grab his shoulders and look up at him from under my lashes. I slide my hands down his chest and lean up on my tiptoes so my lips brush along his prominent jaw.<br /> He smells good. Clean and musky at the same time. Isn't scent supposed to be the root of attraction? If it is, I should be repulsed by him right now.<br /> I want to be repulsed by him right now.<br /> Maybe there is some magic to Tristan that I didn't see before. Maybe I should be more forgiving of Harper.<br /> I strain to keep what I think is a sultry expression. "I'm not as innocent as you think," I whisper.<br /> His body stiffens, and his eyes widen. For the briefest moment, triumph sizzles over my skin.<br /> He didn't expect that. He knows I'm sassy, but he never thought I'd have the audacity to call him out on his taunt this brazenly.<br /> I'm somehow able to stay in place even as his wide blue eyes roam my face as if he's never seen me before. Is it just my imagination, or is his body trembling beneath my touch?<br /> I don't get to contemplate that further, because he wrenches away, sending me tumbling to the floor.<br /> "Hey," I shout, and Tristan hesitates and then steps forward, his eyes wide and dazed.<br /> "Are you okay?" he clips out.<br /> "Yeah, I'm fine, but—"<br /> He doesn't wait for me to finish. His tall form disappears into the crowd as fast as a comet.<br /> "Freaking you," I mutter before pushing myself up off the floor.<br /> Clearly, all the drunk people here think it's perfectly normal for a partygoer to fall on the floor since no one even blinked when I did.<br /> My cheeks burn as I weave through the crowd. Why did I even come here? I didn't need to confront Tristan. I could have just waited until tomorrow and gone to the administration office to withdraw my application.<br /> I don't want to do that now. Certainly not after what just happened between me and Tristan.<br /> I want him to pay.<br /> The problem is, I have no idea how to do that. What could I possibly do to make him suffer for his prank?<br /> I need air. Space. A chance to breathe without inhaling the stench of cheap reeb and beverage from a plastic bottle.<br /> The hallway opens up ahead, and I quicken my pace, slipping past a couple locked in a sloppy peck. I'm almost to the back of this stinky frat house.<br /> Freedom.<br /> I'm about to reach the back door when a strange noise catches my attention. Was that a moan? I didn't sound like a sexual moan. It sounded like someone's hurt. I halt in place, glancing around the area. A strip of light peeks under the bathroom door.<br /> That's where it came from.<br /> I walk toward the bathroom door. "Is everything okay in there?"<br /> Again, that moan, and this one sounded even more pained than the first. A chill ripples over my skin.<br /> The knob twists, which means it isn't locked, but I don't push it open. What if I walk in on a couple having intercourse? That moan didn't sound like pleasure, but what do I know? I've had three unsatisfactory sexual encounters.<br /> And then there's an even more mortifying possibility. What if someone is pooping in there? I'd never get over the trauma of bursting in on something like that.<br /> But what if someone is hurt? What if they're badly hurt, and I made the choice to ignore them? This is a frat party full of drunk wretchs, after all. There could be a woman in there. I'd never forgive myself if I ignored someone in trouble.<br /> I twist the knob again, pushing the door open slowly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"<br /> The words freeze in my throat as the door swings wide. A deep moan echoes through the room, and it takes a moment for my brain to process the scene before me.<br /> Tristan is standing with one hand pressing against the counter. 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1,778,246	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1778385}'	Yes	2024-05-08 18:36	active	760	988096899602219	Read with Your Ears➤➤	"Justin, though you are my twin sister's mate. My dad is really mad at you and Raven being mates." Twin sister Reagan said to my mate.<br /> "I don't mind rejecting her, but I would have been embarrassed to face my mate" Justin said.<br /> "My father has decided to appoint me as his future Alpha not my sister Raven. So, I will be your luna." Reagan said to Justin.<br /> ******** <br /> I silently run through the woods letting my wolf Emerald out tonight. She has been anxious all day, well really the last few days, and I could tell that she needed to come out for a run. <br /> Alpha Cole Walker is the Alpha of the Blood Walker pack. He is said to be one of the most dangerous Alphas in the United States. It is said that he would hurt anyone who dared to enter his pack uninvited. Due to this fact, most of our pack members studiously avoid this area altogether.<br /> My twin sister, Reagan, is the golden child of the pack. They all love her unconditionally. She is cherished and appreciated, no matter what she does. They all seem to ignore the fact that she is a horrible and mean she-wolf. I was born first, and with that should come the respect that after I find my mate, I will officially be the Luna here, and he will take over as the Alpha of the pack. Yet they all treat her as the next Luna. <br /> My sister and I are the only children that our parents had. The Goddess never blessed them with another child, even though they tried for years. My father, Alpha Graham Sullivan, is very strict with me. I am not allowed to leave my room other than to eat my meals and then return back to my room again. I am also not allowed to leave our pack for any reason. I have never even crossed the border of the Sliver Blade pack in my life. <br /> I was the Alpha's daughter, but I was not a valued member of this pack. Telling on me has always resulted in a bonus for whoever told on me to my father. I have had to learn how to overcome this on my own. It has made me very independent over the years, as well as a very good climber. I use the tree outside my window at the pack house, to climb up and down to get in and out of my room.<br /> From my vantage point, I can see who is coming now and rolled my eyes so hard I almost saw my brain. It was Reagan, and she was pulling the arm of a pretty large guy, as she headed toward the grassy bank near my tree. I realized right this moment that I have picked a terrible place to hide. I should have doubled back and then climbed in my window to my room and I would have been safe and sound in my room. Reagan is clearly out with one of her many men, as she was allowed to stay out and do whatever she wanted to. I mean how else could she beat me to finding her mate if she didn't flirt with all the unmated men in our pack? I rolled my eyes again and then froze when I looked at them again and got a good look at his face.<br /> That smell coming off of him was starting to drive me wild, he smelled like freshly baked cinnamon buns, and I was now pissed off. She had come here with the guy that I had a crush on, someone with whom she had never shown any interest in before. It was our Beta's son and the guy that I have had a crush on for the last year and a half.<br /> "No, don't stop them, Raven, she has already been dating with him for the last few months. This is not the first time, it has been well before he returned to the pack earlier this week. They are together now, dating, and they have both vowed to reject their actual mates to stay together to take over and run this pack. Please, just try to bear it, I will help you get through it. I am glad that you are in a secure location, this may make you pass out" Emerald linked me, and I felt physically sick.<br /> "How do you know this? Did she know that he is my mate? Why can't I approach him? Maybe he wants me, Emerald. Please let me stop this. He might not know that I am his mate, he may still want me, want US! I don't want to lose him, Emerald. He may not be aware his true mate is here. Can't he already smell our scent up here, like I smelled his scent? Are you sure that this is the only way? Please Emerald" I linked her back, and I feel the tears that are already sliding down my face. I have questions, and I need answers.<br /> I am frustrated. I don't want to give up on my true mate. He doesn't even know that I am here, and I do want him. I don't want to give him up, especially not to my sister Reagan. I don't know if I can survive this level of betrayal.<br /> "I can't wait for mom and dad to announce to the pack that we will be the Alpha and Luna tomorrow. This is something that I have really wanted for the last 8 years. I am so glad you decided that we could be chosen mates. " My sister says to my mate.<br /> "Besides, I am also glad that you are willing to lead the Silver Blade pack with me. I have a feeling that my freak of a sister who keeps staring at you is going to be crushed when she finds out that we are together. You dodged by deciding to accept me as your chosen mate. I know that she has a crush on you, so she would probably try to ask you out or something when she sees that you are back from break." She adds.<br /> "I think we will be so happy together. Raven will be so angry when she finds out that we planned this months ago. I cannot wait for her to find out. I even told mom to have her sit on the front row for the pack meeting tomorrow, so I can see her face when dad makes the announcement. I am going to put her next to you so it will hurt her more when dad calls you up on stage. When she realizes that her crush is going to be my mate, she is going to be so jealous of me. I am so going to get a picture of her face when she finds out, as I will want to remember that moment for a long time" I heard Reagan say to him, and I was so choked up I couldn't hold in the sob of pain that managed to escape.<br /> It wasn't loud, but with werewolf hearing, it was loud enough. I just stayed completely still and prayed that they hadn't heard me, but Justin started talking when my sob escaped, and they had no reaction, so I think I am safe.<br /> "I have always thought that you were a she-wolf, Reagan. I am so glad that you came up to my training with your offer, and for us to get extra special time together. If Raven were allowed to move around the pack, I don't think that she would be missing the fact that she is my mate. I scented her today when I got back to the pack and confirmed she is my mate. Per our agreement, I don't mind rejecting her, as I am clearly getting the better sister out of this deal. I would have been embarrassed to have to call that freak of nature my mate" Justin said, and with it, my heart was completely crushed.<br /> These two evil people deserved each other, and I will not waste another tear on his betrayal. He "chose" her, so he can keep her. She will never be faithful to him, and he will not ever be able to trust that their children are his either. She was just doing this to ensure that they become the next Alpha and Luna. She is what he wanted, so she can have him. I am thoroughly disgusted by both of them, and I will not allow them to make me sad one more day. I had already decided to get out of this horrible pack, and I will not miss the Silver Blade pack for a second. <br /> "She is your mate? Are you serious? Oh, this is the best" Reagan said as she laughed out in joy at hearing this information. "Justin, why haven't you mentioned this to me before?" Reagan continued.<br /> "I just found out about it earlier today as I have been gone for my training for the last 4 months. I caught my mate's scent and followed it so I could go ahead and reject them. I realized it was coming from the Alpha level, and when I went up and it led me straight to her door, it was really faint, but I sensed it. She doesn't even know it yet. I am sure that this information is not going to go over well with your parents. They may be upset when they find out. Are they still going to want us to move forward with our plan? Or are they going to want me and Raven to be mates because we are true mates?" Justin asked Reagan. I have to admit, I was interested in her reply as well, but I already suspected what the answer was going to be.<br /> "Oh no Justin, you will definitely be staying with me. I know dad is really going to get a kick out of you and Raven being mates. Mom might feel a little bad for her, but I think that this is great. I could not be happier that her true mate, will become my chosen mate.<br /> We will rule the Silver Blade pack together, and it will hurt her every day to see us together. It is my pack any way, it was never going to be hers. Maybe if we are lucky since she doesn't have a wolf, she won't be able to scent you, and your rejection might even hurt her when you do it. That would be the best-case scenario for all of us" Reagan said, and I could tell that Justin was a little shocked at how hateful she was. Reagan could tell that Justin was not liking this side of her so she quickly changed her attitude and started cooing at Justin, "She doesn't deserve you, baby, I love you and I want you. Hopefully, you will come to love me too.<br /> I was just worried, I don't want you falling in love with my sister after we have already mated." Reagan said to Justin, looking up at him adoringly through her long lashes. I have to admit, she really knows how to work people to do what she wants them to. Her ability to look innocent and pure is without measure, she could have been an actress.<br /> "Dad hates Raven. He will be very happy about this. He has never loved her since the day that she was born. Mom might be a little upset, but she will get over it. She and dad are chosen mates, she gave up her true mate to become the Luna of the Silver Blade pack. She did it herself, and if it is good enough for her, then it is good enough for me to do it as well. We make the perfect couple. We will have strong pups, and our pack will flourish" Reagan said, and I am stunned. I knew my dad was mean, but to hate me, why? What reason could he possibly have for hating me? My parents have told the whole pack numerous times through the years that they were true mates. They are very affectionate with each other in front of the pack. I didn't even know that they weren't true mates. What else don't I know about them?<br /> "We will do the same thing. You will have to reject Raven first thing in the morning, or after the pack meeting. But you will have to do it where no one else will hear you. Dad is going to tell the pack that we are true mates, so they will fully support us. Dad thinks that it would be a mistake to not have the pack's full support behind us when we go to take it over from my parents" Reagan said, and I am amazed at all the plans that they have kept away from me. Just another thing that shows how much difference there is between Reagan and me. I hear them touching again and wonder when they plan on leaving the area, don't they need to get back to the pack house?<br /> I narrow my eyes at Reagan, as she is ecstatic about getting to truly rub all of my misfortune in right now. Justin is getting the opportunity to reject me, so the situation that we are now in is all positive for them.<br /> "Raven, why are you out of the house? Are you supposed to be out here? Are you OK? That fall looked like it hurt pretty bad" I hear my sister ask me with an innocent look on her face like she cared about me. She was fully aware of how I am kept a prisoner here at the Silver Blade pack. I really have to get out of here. I needed to check and see how badly I am hurt because I don't know if I even have time to go pack a bag now. I may be having to leave here with nothing, but I am OK with that. I just need to get the heck out of here. I will figure out what I need to do after I am safely free of Silver Blade.<br /> "Are you ignoring me, Raven? Are you sure you want to do that to me? Fine then, I will just make sure that you get punished for leaving your room. You are not supposed to be out here anyway. I will just let dad know that you are out here, and he will take care of you" Reagan said with a smirk, and then she started mind linking. <br /> I and my wolf were running away from this pack. But they caught us immediately.<br /> "If you come back here now Raven, I won't punish you for leaving your room without permission" I heard my father tell me. <br /> "Nothing in the world could possess me to do that father," I told him, and I see his eyes glazing over as he goes to link someone. I could care less what they have to say to me, and I turned to walk away. <br /> "You will get punishment in the Blood Walker pack. You know how dangerous they are Raven, you have heard this fact for your whole life. They cannot be trusted, and you are now a rogue. We have told you, and the whole pack, exactly what happens to those who trespass on their land. The moment they scent you they will move in, and you will die today. Is that what you want? Do you want to die? I will get you more freedom in the pack. I will allow you to go to the library every day instead of once a week. How does that sound?" my mother's voice is calming and comforting. She has never before sounded as nice as this, and I know that dad put her up to try to lure me back into the Siler Blade pack. They must be desperate to do it, so I want to see how far they intended to go with it.<br /> "Let me ask you this mother. Was the plan to get Justin to take Reagan as a chosen mate her idea, or dad's?" I asked her. Mom is not a very good liar. I can see her expression as we are only about 20 feet apart from each other right now. <br /> "I don't know what you are talking about Raven, they are mates," my mom said to me, and now I smirk at her. Clearly, mom was keeping me out of the loop and doesn't know that I know for a fact that they aren't.<br /> "Thanks for always lying to me mom. That makes it so much easier on me. I will not be coming back to the Silver Blade pack. This is the last time, Goddess willing, that you all will probably see me and actually I am welcoming the death that is coming to me. It will be better than the life I have lived since Reagan tried to hurt me, and my own dad called me a liar when I told him what actually happened. Justin is not her mate mom, and I know this because he is MY mate. It is disgusting what all you three have done to me and allowed to be done to me my whole life. I never deserved to be treated the way I was. I can only hope that I can find my way and get to live a life that allows me to find someone who loves me and realizes that I am a good person. I don't think that is too much to ask for, do you mom? It seems like you and dad are willing to do anything to get me to come back over the fence, but we both know that if I did come back, I would either immediately be thrown in the cells. So, I will take my chances over here, where at least I have a chance" I told them and turned again to leave. I only made it a few steps before I was stopped again by my father's hateful words.<br /> "You are ungrateful daughter, How do you have the nerve to say that to me? I have clothed and fed you, provided you a room, and let you go to school. I did take care of you, and it is disgusting to see how you repay me. Lying about Justin being your mate. Trying to take your sister's mate away from her. I know that I can speak for your mother as well as myself when I say that we hope the Blood Walker pack disposes of you quickly. I only wish I could punish you myself" my dad roared out, and the hate was coming off of him in waves.<br /> "You disgust me father," I told him and the tone I used to draw out the word father let him know just how little I thought of him being my father. "I have never done anything to cause a problem or disruption in the pack, or in the family. I did what I was told this whole time. Even as knowing that you let the whole pack know that I was fair game if they wanted to hurt me, and they did dad, over and over again. You know what, it was my family that really took the award for the most torment. Your unwarranted hate, mom never supporting me, and my sister allowed to try to hurt me, and incite others up against me made me realize that life will be much better on this side of the border than it was on that side. Even if I only live an hour more, it would be better than the years I spent over there."<br /> I wiped off my tears and walked past them, suddenly, I hear something coming to me…<br /> <br /> <br /> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><br /> Wanna listen more? download our App and check more! Novel ID: 98441!	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