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Yes | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | Bananas Comedy Club | Following his special "Stupid Don't Get Tired" (available now on Helium Comedy Studios) Alonzo Bodden is back at Bananas! 🎟️ October 18 + 19 🎟️ | ORDER_NOW | https://www.bananascomedyclub.com/events/97520?utm | Bananas Comedy Club - NJ | https://www.facebook.com/BananasComedyClubNJ/ | 7,920 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Order Now | 0 | bananascomedyclub.com | DCO | Get your tickets before they're gone! | https://www.bananascomedyclub.com/events/97520?utm_source=FB&utm_medium=CPC&utm_campaign=HAS+Alonzo+Bodden+2024.10.07+%28BIPOC+Mature+%2B+Democratic%29%28Clean+%2B+TV%2FFilm%29 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462617110_1085352549626034_4644211535824994747_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=gAVPmqEIw6cQ7kNvgGH4-MM&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AGnfRP78bmNzCvukm70LNOJ&oh=00_AYBg-KFmABYF9lY6lRYqtCe5w-AznVC3w4ggxwR8907AjQ&oe=6710C3CC | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Bananas Comedy Club - NJ | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | 👇Download ReelShort TV to watch more series | You're having the Alpha's baby but will he have you? | WATCH_MORE | https://w2a.reelshort.com/w2a/booksAdvPageV2/?book | Reelshort-Video stories | https://www.facebook.com/100090841033078/ | 189,790 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Watch more | 0 | w2a.reelshort.com | VIDEO | https://w2a.reelshort.com/w2a/booksAdvPageV2/?book_id=66f1c911931a04169b0d263d&chapterId=7saqus37n4&chapterIndex=1&mediaType=fb&px=25247865436%253A1813&push_type=2&book_type=1&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462739923_1600238297582190_1700915353142154808_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=PswSMae8E6sQ7kNvgEOKPlZ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ANiNRFMhe8wvjYzZL0Wp3yA&oh=00_AYBbaOJp_lPeoH0zSVLKJksYn01j4NESZLwZOvaaiqGlAA&oe=6710CD9D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Reelshort-Video stories | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | ƯU ĐÃI TỚI 80% - CAM KẾT HOÀN TIỀN NẾU KHÔNG HIỆU QUẢ | Đi nửa vòng trái đất để về Việt Nam điều trị hói đầu. Đối với chị Tracy, lựa chọn này hoàn toàn đúng đắn và kịp thời, bởi kết quả nhận được hiện tại QUÁ HÀI LÒNG, QUÁ XUẤT SẮC, QUÁ MĨ MÃN. "Lâu lâu mới đi về mà gặp các bác lại nói: Con bé này mới tí tuổi đầu mà nhìn già thế, đầu tóc thế nào như bà lão 60 thế kia" 💥 CHỈ 01 LIỆU TRÌNH DUY NHẤT + CAM KẾT DỨT ĐIỂM HÓI ĐẦU BẰNG VĂN BẢN - TÓC MỌC CHỈ 1 LIỆU TRÌNH =>>> Trán Cao, Tóc Thưa, Tóc Rụng Nhiều Xem Ngay Video Này !!! 🔰 Các anh chị đang gặp tình trạng : + Tóc hói đỉnh đầu, hói chữ M, hói bẩm sinh. + Tóc thưa, tóc mỏng. + Tóc gãy, tóc rụng nhiều do hậu covid gây ra. 🔰 CAM KẾT: - Tóc mọc nhanh, chắc khỏe - Dứt điểm tình trạng tóc gãy rụng, xơ yếu - Nang tóc phát triển gấp 10 lần - Kích thích tóc con mọc 3500 - 4500 sợi, không gãy rụng - Tóc mọc đồng nhất không khác biệt so với tóc cũ - Tiết kiệm chi phí - Tiết kiệm thời gian ▶️ INBOX hoặc CMT để có mái tóc dày - dài - suôn mượt ngay hôm nay + nhiều ưu đãi hấp dẫn ☎️ Hoặc liên hệ hotline: 0868.924.234 để được gặp chuyên gia tư vấn thăm khám hoàn toàn miễn phí -----------------❖❖❖--------------- 🏢 HỆ THỐNG PHÒNG KHÁM DA LIỄU QUỐC TẾ MERCY 📍 CN1: 72 Ô Chợ Dừa, Quận Đống Đa, TP. Hà Nội 📍 CN2: 117 Điện Biên Phủ , Phường Đa Kao , Quận 1, TP. Hồ Chí Minh ☎️Hotline: 0868.924.234 | MESSAGE_PAGE | Ths. Bác Sĩ Vũ Phương Anh | https://www.facebook.com/Tocbacvk/ | 1,569 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462294191_930951285521945_2963749139161559420_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Rcfyp0sLvXIQ7kNvgEAsqjJ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AZdcCLA-v75eGXzWPPvmM0d&oh=00_AYDpPfxDTWif-DDhRjdRdRKV5_Z6O5Yb31F_72TbxKMW_g&oe=6710DBD7 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Ths. Bác Sĩ Vũ Phương Anh | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | HÚT MỠ GIÁ GỐC - ƯU ĐÃI TỐT NHẤT THÁNG! | LIỆU HÚT MỠ GÂY TÊ LÀ THẬT HAY CHỈ LÀ CHIÊU TRÒ LỪA ĐẢO? Nhiều nguồn thông tin và quảng cáo khiến chị em lo lắng? 🏥 Riêng tại Bệnh viện Á Âu 👉 20 năm thực hiện Hút mỡ gây tê cho hơn 700.000 Khách hàng 👉 Cam kết 100% gây tê 👉 Hoàn tiền ngay nếu không phải GÂY TÊ 🔵 Hút mỡ tại Á Âu với công nghệ Lipo Nano 5.0 từ Hoa Kỳ 🇱🇷 🇻🇳: - Đầu hút siêu nhỏ giúp hạn chế tối đa xâm lấn - 60 phút thực hiện, kết quả nhanh chóng - 1-2 ngày nghỉ dưỡng là có thể sinh hoạt bình thường - Vì gây tê nên giảm thiểu tối đa rủi ro hay biến chứng về sức khỏe - Khách hàng hoàn toàn tỉnh táo trong quá trình hút mỡ, dễ dàng trao đổi với bác sĩ trực tiếp thực hiện ❓ Vì sao Á Âu là cơ sở đáng tin cậy để lựa chọn thực hiện Hút mỡ: 1. Chưa xảy ra bất kì vấn đề y tế nào 🎗️ 2. Trực tiếp bác sĩ kinh nghiệm thâm niên lành nghề, có bằng cấp tư vấn và thực hiện ✊ 3. Cơ sở vật chất hiện đại, cùng đội ngũ gây mê hồi sức dày dạn kinh nghiệm 4. Được tầm soát bệnh nền kỹ lưỡng trước khi thực hiện (Thử máu, nước tiểu...) 5. Đội ngũ chăm sóc hậu phẫu tận tâm ❗Vì một số chính sách của FB, quý khách hàng vui lòng truy cập đường link sau để xem thêm một số hình ảnh kết quả Khách hàng của chúng tôi : Tại đây: https://uudai.benhvienaau.vn/hutmoliponano5.0/ 💌Nhắn tin ngay để được tư vấn và nhận ưu đãi lớn nhất trong tháng !!! --------------------- BỆNH VIỆN THẨM MỸ Á ÂU - HƠN 30 NĂM KINH NGHIỆM LÀM ĐẸP ☎️Hotline: 1900 63 30 30 🏢Trụ sở chính: 32D Thủ Khoa Huân, Bến Thành, quận 1, TP.HCM 🌐Website: https://benhvienaau.vn 📧Email: info@benhvienaau.com | MESSAGE_PAGE | Bệnh Viện Thẩm Mỹ Á Âu | https://www.facebook.com/BMTMAAu/ | 11,626 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462773687_979456230609742_4366014399501852664_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xsQgfaJpM78Q7kNvgEkS-LG&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AK3N4u_9UAqkTxzfGmx4wRW&oh=00_AYCxJ1eV923xslwObEWNzxeyj40fzGW2fwnoOXHo0WmRMw&oe=6710D4A1 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Bệnh Viện Thẩm Mỹ Á Âu | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | Not even that French fr… #Fashion #keithharing #upcycle #gay #nonbinary #style #trending #twopieceset #processvideo #process #sewing #seamstress #bisexual #lesbian #transgender | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/chaos_pop | chaos_pop | https://www.instagram.com/_u/chaos_pop | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | VIDEO | http://instagram.com/chaos_pop | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/457513180_1683251155861791_8019508766416445688_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=7fff4e&_nc_ohc=o3c_bRED8rEQ7kNvgExEKiy&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYAmJheHdYiwLSCeCaOWV7X0R_psg_23jCL5eAKDb2l-uw&oe=6710BEE7 | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | chaos_pop | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | 40% OFF Now Ends by Midnight | Christmas is coming 😂 Everyone needs a tee with their faces on it Custom yours now at https://histozing.com/products/cvt | SHOP_NOW | https://histozing.com/collections/sport | HistoZing | https://www.facebook.com/wysUSA/ | 5,122 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop now | 0 | histozing.com | VIDEO | https://histozing.com/collections/sport | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462847080_1075883257485004_7870016246170665911_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=n0U4ldDMg8kQ7kNvgGAyneq&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AiOT6B9nZ450nqmUnzAtQiK&oh=00_AYDAvbr_4cZPrvlAJyxzoj3xebuiDYDRBffPfillw_NfHg&oe=6710DA00 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | HistoZing | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | ✅⚠CONSULTA HOY MISMO⚠✅ | ✅⚠CONSULTA HOY MISMO⚠✅ Los Amarres más poderosos con el poder mis manos, desde México para el mundo!!! Magia blanca, negra y roja. Alta magia suprema. Mis trabajos son cien por ciento garantizados y efectivos. Triunfo donde otros han fracasado! ⭐ Te traigo a tu ser amado arrastrándose a tus pies! ❤ 🔮🕯Amarre eterno🔮🕯 Endulzamiento 🔮🕯Cordero Manso🔮🕯Dominio🔮🕯Desespero🔮🕯Amarre Sexual🔮🕯Amarre Matrimonial 🔮🕯Amarre gay 🔮🕯Lengua de Perro 🔮🕯Abre caminos 🔮🕯Búscame siempre🔮🕯Retiros🔮🕯Despojos🔮🕯Alejamientos y Separaciones🔮🕯Amarre de fidelidad🔮🕯Aleja suegras🔮🕯Quiéreme suegra 🔮🕯🔮🕯Ven a Mi🔮🕯Ven Dinero🔮🕯Todo, tipo de trabajos🔮🕯TAROT🔮🕯Y mucho mas!🔮🕯 | MESSAGE_PAGE | Maestra Carmenza Guia Espiritual Del Amor | https://www.facebook.com/61560405565343/ | 1,080 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462702716_1062111571988101_6197377698084256588_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ZbJBGl-W2ZgQ7kNvgEJIZGo&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AqphAe46pKE5nEz600RJ9Im&oh=00_AYCVmvum6UB9UzcVQV2rXJRZm0O9RnGP27ro2JfOk-QguA&oe=6710BE82 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Maestra Carmenza Guia Espiritual Del Amor | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The old neighborhood - this is where many scenes in the Melicent Unger books take place. Woodlawn Cemetery is where Anita Unger's parents are buried and she visits their graves in The Counterfeiter. Rancho High School, Jerry's Nugget and if you are old enough Hilda's Mexican Restuarant on Lake Mead across the Street from the Sizzler. Cruising Fremont Street, Macayo's after ballgames, you might even remember the old Vegas Village Shopping Center and the merry-go-round in the parking lot are all happy memories and I like to include them. See the Melicent Unger Series at www.francismaloneywrites.com all available on Amazon. #melicentungerseries #francismaloneywrites #northlasvegas #cruisingfremont #WoodlawnCemetery #ranchorams | MESSAGE_PAGE | Francis Maloney Writes | https://www.facebook.com/100077564200945/ | 880 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | IMAGE | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462679388_2265048217176054_705446832129299547_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ZBh0tpVC-U8Q7kNvgEQDFma&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AQvgWR-Db_QQVnGYRCMp90u&oh=00_AYDXxDO12HG_Ntl_QjeoiUWGqS7M5j_hmDVLYH43iDRP_Q&oe=6710D83A | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Francis Maloney Writes | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | Click to view the juicy series👉👉 | Molly’s sister didn’t just swipe her boyfriend Connor—she also snatched her inheritance, leaving Molly high and dry. Fueled by alcohol and vengeance, Molly hatches a wild plan: seduce Connor’s attractive uncle, Adrian. Little does she know, her half-baked scheme works a little too well, because Adrian soon finds himself head over heels for Molly. | WATCH_MORE | http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.s | DramaBox- movies&drama | https://www.facebook.com/DramaBoxMoviesDrama/ | 6,772,513 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Watch more | 0 | play.google.com | VIDEO | http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.storymatrix.drama | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462509085_2037515796680854_3978681879179850171_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ks10cjS37qsQ7kNvgFbJZqY&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ANEcTEzD-dzpIIEY2EE8iKL&oh=00_AYAf5KlTFVP901dbF9oHtBOfXUaSo6Lq0-YSEm90DnaHSg&oe=6710CB71 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | DramaBox- movies&drama | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | Calvin sat at his desk, glancing over the reports in front of him, though his mind was miles away. Everything Alex had said this morning was still fresh in his head, and for once, he found himself caught off guard by his own reactions. Normally, he had a strict rule: no names. No names meant no attachment. He knew the names of every single employee in the building, but he rarely used them. Calling someone by their name could give them the wrong impression, could lead to unnecessary conversations, even attachment. And attachment was a risk he wasn’t willing to take. Alexander, however, was persistent. He had to be. Calvin had avoided calling his name for as long as possible, but when Alex refused to answer him without it, Calvin had been forced to use it. Despite wanting to fire him several times for his insubordination, he had to admit that Alexander was damn good at his job. Better than any PA before him. None of them had lasted more than two months. Alex was the first to stick it out, despite Calvin’s notorious cold demeanor. He wasn’t here to be warm or sweet. He was here to work, and that was the way he liked it. If others couldn’t handle the pressure, that was their problem, not his. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder how this morning’s conversation had spiraled so quickly. When he arrived at the office earlier, he hadn't anticipated such a strange and awkward exchange with his PA. Yet here they were. He had always suspected Alex was gay, but it wasn't until this morning when Alex’s flustered admission slipped out that Calvin began to think it might actually be true. Alex had called him hot, and the nervous tension that followed had been amusing to witness. "Are you firing me?" Alex had asked, his face flushed and his cheek already gnawed raw from nervous biting. "For thinking I'm hot?" Calvin raised an eyebrow, suppressing a smile. He was good at masking his emotions. He had learned long ago that showing them made you weak. And weakness? That was something people preyed on. "I said it about the girl—" Alex tried to backtrack, but Calvin raised a hand, silencing him. "I'll fire you if you're lying," Calvin warned. "Don’t insult my intelligence." Alex sighed, his gaze darting around the room, avoiding Calvin’s eyes. Then, finally, in a voice filled with defeat, he admitted, "Okay, yes. I think you're hot." Calvin almost laughed. Almost. It took all his effort not to. "I see. Are you gay?" Alex narrowed his eyes, incredulous. "I think it's self-explanatory, don't you?" That was when Calvin had lost control of his composure and chuckled, the sound foreign even to himself. "You see, Alex," he said, his voice laced with amusement, "you're unbearable." Alex huffed, rolling his eyes, clearly irritated. "And is it nice to talk to your hot boss like that?" Calvin pressed between bouts of laughter. The glare Alex gave him could have set the room on fire. He opened his mouth, thought better of it, and clamped it shut, biting his lip to keep from speaking out of turn. Calvin's amusement only grew. "Alexander," Calvin said deliberately, knowing full well how much Alex hated it when he used his full name. Alex visibly cringed at the sound, turning his gaze away again. "As long as my boss is being an ass, yes, it’s nice," Alex finally shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Calvin couldn’t help but chuckle again. "Hot boss. Don’t forget that," Calvin teased, watching as Alex clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, likely to calm himself. Calvin loved seeing how close he could push Alex to the edge of losing control. "Sorry, sexy. I promise it won’t happen again," Alex said with an exasperated shrug. "Sexy?" Calvin was amused by his PA’s defiance, raising an eyebrow. "You asked for it." Alex leaned back, his mischievous expression betraying a newfound boldness. "And before you make any more comments or ask any other uncomfortable questions, let me remind you that I can be just as much of an ass. And I can make you feel uncomfortable too." "Really? How?" "That’s my secret," Alex said, his tone a mix of honesty and a subtle threat. His eyes warned Calvin not to push too far, but today, Calvin felt like walking the fine line. "So, have you stayed this long because I’m hot?" Calvin continued the string of questions, his curiosity piqued. Alex clicked his tongue and shook his head as though Calvin had made the wrong move. His cheeks were still flushed, but his eyes held a spark of mischief. He began to openly rake his gaze down Calvin’s body, slowly and deliberately. The tension in the room thickened. "The paycheck is good," Alex started, his voice lower now, "but coming here in the morning and being welcomed by this…" He gestured toward Calvin, then licked his lips in slow motion. Calvin felt his pulse quicken. "This is what keeps me going," Alex admitted, his eyes growing darker with desire. "I honestly don’t listen to you most of the time. That’s why I don’t get angry. I’m too busy staring at your lips and imagining things." Calvin swallowed hard, his mouth dry as Alex's gaze burned through him. He wasn’t used to being looked at like that—certainly not by another man. "And then there's your body," Alex continued, his voice growing bolder with every word. "The best part is after three o'clock when you finally take off that suit jacket and roll up your sleeves, revealing those damn sexy tattoos. If I had been straight, I would’ve turned gay in my first week. And if I go any further, I might need to take an early break." Calvin was speechless. The hunger in Alex's eyes was intimidating, foreign. It was something Calvin had never faced before. And for the first time in his life, he found himself unsure of what to say. "Do you still want us to play?" Alex's voice broke the silence, and Calvin found himself struggling to form a coherent response. He wasn’t physically affected by what Alex said—or was he? He wasn’t used to this kind of attention. No man had ever looked at him like that. Hell, no woman had ever looked at him like that. But Calvin couldn’t let Alex know he was shaken. He was the boss, damn it. And he had a reputation to maintain. Straight as a razor. "Well, if you think you’ve succeeded in intimidating me, you're wrong," Calvin said confidently, trying to sound smug, even though Alex’s eyes were locked on his lips, not his eyes. And when Calvin made the mistake of asking what Alex had been imagining, the floodgates opened. Alex's voice dropped lower, sultry and almost threatening as he confessed his thoughts out loud. And for the first time in his life, Calvin felt a wave of intimidation that had nothing to do with power and everything to do with something deeper, more primal. Too bad Alex wasn't straight. 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Yes | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | Continue to listen👉 | Ember’s POV "Dad.." I mumbled, my voice cracked from crying too long. The rustle of leaves echoed loudly beneath my boots, breaking the silence in the quiet graveyard. My eyes welled with tears as I stared at my father's grave. Saying my final goodbye to him was way harder than I had imagined. "Ember, we're leaving soon. Don't take too long,” Alpha Dominic said. I had almost forgotten I wasn't alone here. "I won't," I replied, my voice just barely above a whisper. "I'm waiting at the car," He replied and walked out. My father had died during a fight when our pack, Crescent Pack, was under attack by our biggest rivals. In order to honor his death, Alpha Dominic had decided to take me in to live together with his family since I was now an orphan. As pleasant as that looked, I still shivered in fear thinking about my new life. Not only was I going to live in the pack house, but I was now living under the same roof with Alpha Dominic's triplet sons! Aka my high school bullies. I had always been the odd one out, the girl everyone picked on for being cursed. After my mom passed away few days after my birth, I was constantly bullied for being a cursed child because death shortly after childbirth was a sign of a cursed child in the Crescent pack. As if that wasn’t enough, I was in the lowest social status within the pack, an omega, which automatically made me a target for bullies, especially when I was on a sponsored education at Lunar Haven Academy, a school where only the higher ranks could afford to attend. The triplets, Tristen, Caleb, and Lucas, had taken it upon themselves to make me suffer and remind me of my place. My mind drifted back to a not-so-distant memory, one of the many instances when the triplet made my life unbearable. * * * I closed my locker just about to head to my next class when Tristen, Caleb, and Lucas cornered me near the lockers. Tristen, the most vocal of the trio, smirks as he leans against the lockers. "Well, well, look who decided to grace us with her presence," he sneers, his eyes locking onto me making me uneasy. Caleb, standing to Tristen's right, chimes in with a sly grin. "I see your fashion sense hasn’t gotten any better." I squirmed uncomfortably as Caleb's eyes raked my body down to my toes; it felt like I was naked before him. My faded black jeans and pink top felt like trash compared to their luxurious clothing. Lucas, the silent one, observed with cold eyes. “Of course, she is practically the pack’s personal joke,” Tristen mocked. They laughed amongst themselves, taking pleasure from my discomfort. I clenched my fists, determined not to let them see how deeply their words affected me. “You know,” Caleb whispered, leaning in closer, “maybe if you were a bit smarter, your mere presence wouldn’t be such an embarrassment.” “Stop!” I yelled in anger, fed up with their constant mockery. The hallway immediately fell silent, and the students passing by halted, stopping to see who had dared raise her voice at the three golden boys in Lunar Haven Academy. Tristen, Caleb, and Lucas were basically worshiped here. They were the ones every girl swooned over and wished they could date. Every guy wanted to be them so badly and wished to be in their place. Their good looks, wealth and high ranks earned the respect of the pack. Lucas, finally breaking the silence, spoke with an icy tone. "Don't forget your place, Ember. You're nothing more than a stain on this pack." The triplets left me standing there, my facade crumbling as they walked away, leaving behind a trail of laughter that echoed in the emptying hallway. * * * “Ember!” The loud voice of Alpha Dominic brought my attention back to the present. “Oh- um-“ I stuttered, unable to find my words. “Just get in the car,” he ordered. It was already dark; I had no clue I was lost in thought for that long. I followed quietly behind Alpha Dominic and took my seat at the passenger side of the car while he drove off afterward. My nervousness picked up as we drew closer to the pack house. I wondered what the triplets would think when they found out I would be living with them. I quickly cleaned my dried tears and combed my messy brown hair with my hands, trying to make it look more presentable. I wasn’t about to give the triplets more reason to bully me. Soon after, we arrived at the pack house. “Wait here, I need to make a call,” Alpha Dominic said and strolled out, leaving me standing alone at the entrance of the huge pack house. After a few minutes, there was no sign of the Alpha, so I decided to take a quick stroll around the front yard of the pack house. It was my first time here, and gosh! This place was huge and the definition of glamorous. “Watch out!” Someone called out. I turned my head towards the direction of the voice. It happened so quickly; before I could blink an eye, my face was colliding violently with a basketball. “Ahhhhhhhhh” I screamed in fear as I lost my footing, landing into the pool behind me, splashing water all around. Loud laughter filled the air while I gasped for air in the large water bank. My drenched hair clung to my face as I struggled to get out of the water. Why did their pool have to be so huge! “Holy- are you actually about to drown?” I heard a familiar deep voice say after the laughter halted. Before I could respond, I felt a strong pair of arms pulling me upward. Suddenly, I was lifted out of the water and onto solid ground. Coughing and sputtering, I blinked away the water from my eyes to see Caleb standing before me, his signature smirk on his face. “You really know how to make an entrance,” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. Ember’s POV “You really know how to make an entrance,” he remarked a hint of amusement in his voice. I shivered, partly from the cold water, and partly from the unexpected assistance from the last person I thought would come to my aid. “Thanks,” I mumbled, still shocked that Caleb had just saved me from an embarrassing situation. “Look, I didn’t do it for you,” he stated flatly as if reading my thoughts. “I just didn’t want to deal with the mess of explaining why there’s a drowned omega in our pack’s backyard.” I stood there dripping wet, the cold night air sending chills through my skin. I glanced down to find my white top clinging to me like a second skin, now semi-transparent. My face flushed with embarrassment as I realized my black bra and cleavage were now on display in front of Caleb. I hastily crossed my arms, attempting to cover whatever was left of my dignity. I felt even more awkward when I noticed Caleb's gaze lingering on me, a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes. "You might want to cover up," he teased, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Unless you're trying to make a lasting impression." I felt my cheeks burn with a deeper shade of red, and I shot him an exasperated look. "Could you, I don't know, turn around or something?" “Trust me Ember, as sexy as you look right now, I’d never be interested in a low class like you” he mocked. He threw his hoodie at me and turned his back at me and he walked away towards the darker part of the pack house, the shadow covering his trace. I clenched my jaw in annoyance. I quickly pulled the hoodie over myself, grateful for the cover it provided. The fabric was warm and carried a faint scent of him. My wolf stirred within me, the lingering aroma of Caleb’s scent, a blend of woody notes and a hint of spice, offered a strange comfort. "Ember! Where are you?" Alpha Dominic's voice echoed. I hurriedly made my way toward the direction of his voice. "There you are," he said, his eyes scanning my disheveled appearance. "I was starting to worry. What happened?" I bit my lip, debating whether to mention the incident with Caleb. Before I could respond, Alpha Dominic gestured for me to follow him. "Come inside. It's not safe to wander around at night, especially for an omega." Inside the pack house, the warm glow of lights replaced the cold darkness outside. Alpha Dominic led me through the expansive halls, beautifully decorated and luxurious furnishings. We entered a well-lit sitting room, where the triplets were seated. Lucas's piercing ice-blue eyes were focused on his phone screen. Caleb's eyes followed my every move, his dark hair now in a man bun. Tristen emerald green eyes shot daggers at me, his look cold and dismissive. "Ember, meet my sons, Tristen, Caleb, and Lucas." “Our little charity case has arrived,” Tristen snickered. “Be nice, show her to her room, and help her get settled” Alpha Dominic stated then exited the room, leaving me alone with the intimidating triplets. I stood awkwardly in the room, unsure of what to do or say. “Follow me,” Lucas said coldly, a nonchalant expression on his face. I followed him as we walked through the hallways until we reached a door. He opened it, revealing a simple yet elegant room, it was a big upgrade from my old room. "Here's your room," Lucas said, his tone devoid of warmth. "Make yourself at home, or whatever." With that, he turned on his heel and left me standing there, feeling like an unwelcome guest. Today had been extremely stressful and all I wanted to do was crash on the bed and fall asleep. * * * The next morning when I woke up, the sun had already completely risen, casting bright rays of light inside my new room. “I’m going to be late” I exclaimed after seeing the time. I quickly did my morning routine and ran downstairs towards the dining room. My loud footsteps caught the attention of Alpha Dominic’s family. Their eyes turned towards my direction, the triplets' death glaring at me. “You’re awake” Anna, Alpha Dominic’s mate, and the packs Luna said. Her tone was friendly. “Come have your breakfast, Lucas, Tristen, and Caleb will take you to school afterward,” she said, just finishing up her breakfast. “Okay, thanks” I muttered, although the idea of going on the same ride with the triplets to school made me a bit uneasy. Anna and Dominic exited the room leaving me alone with the rest of the triplets who were still eating their breakfast. I quietly made my way towards one of the empty chairs that had a tray of food in front of it, it was safe to assume that was my breakfast. Just as I was about to take a spoon of my meal, Tristen quickly grabbed my tray of food away from me. Removed the cap of his bottle of water and dumped its contents on my food tray. “I don't think your body would need any more food” Tristen mocked, making his two brothers laugh at his ‘joke’. I felt my eyes brim with unshed tears but I forced myself to hold it back to prevent showing them any weakness. “Get up let's go unless you fancy the idea of walking to school” Caleb sneered at me. The idea of walking to the Academy seemed more appealing than sharing a ride with the triplets but I was already running late so walking to school was out of the question. “Move it, we don’t have much time,” Lucas said irritatedly. The triplets were already on their way outside of the pack house heading to their luxury silk black car. I quickly hurried as fast as I could to catch up with their long strides. The car ride to school was surprisingly peaceful as the triplets didn’t bother paying any attention to my presence luckily. As we pulled out of the Academy driveway, I cringed on seeing the stares of the majority of the students eyes on me or rather on the popular triplets… “Why is she riding with you guys to school!!?!” Diana yelled. Diana, the self-acclaimed queen bee in Lunar Haven Academy, aka Lucas's girlfriend. Behind her were Vera and Fiona, Tristen and Caleb's girlfriends. They were just as pissed as Diana and looked like they were minutes away from pouncing on me. Well... EMBER’s POV Diana, with her perfectly styled dark hair, shot me a disdainful look. "What's this, Lucas? Why did you decide to bring this worthless orphan to school today?" “It’s nothing, she would be living with us now, which is apparently in honor of her dead father,” Lucas said nonchalantly. “So you’re not just a worthless orphan but also a beggar clinging to our boyfriends for help” Diana mocked. Vera and Fiona, glancing at Diana, exchanged smirks, enjoying any opportunity to humiliate me. Vera and Fiona laughter echoed down the hallway, their eyes filled with malice. I bit my lip, there was no point trying to defend myself cause it would just make it worse. Not like the triplets were thinking of stopping the girls, rather they seemed to enjoy watching me get bullied. The bell signaling the start of class was once again my saving grace. Diana leaned in, her voice low and venomous. "Enjoy your time as their charity project, Ember. But remember, it won't last forever." Vera and Fiona sneered, sharing a look that gave away their plans beyond mere verbal torment. They all stormed off allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief. Just another day of my unlucky life… “Hey!” I heard the sound of Zelina, my best friend/only friend, calling excitedly. I quickly cleaned my tears as she ran towards me so she didn't know I was just about to cry. “Oh gosh! Today’s the day, I’m so freaking excited” she gushed happily. “Day for?” I asked, completely clueless about what she was talking about. Zelina raised one of her eyebrows in annoyance. “Take a look around,” she deadpanned. It was then I finally took in the decorations and banners around me. Oh the mating ball! I had completely forgotten about it. “Oh” I muttered sheepishly. Every year, fang academy held a ball where werewolves above eighteen met their mates. This was going to be my first mating ball since I turned eighteen. “You’re coming to the mating ball right?” she asked. “I can’t wait to meet my mate” she giggled excitedly. Zelina had spent all last week talking about her fantasies of meeting her mate and all the cute stuff she was excited about doing. “Well, have fun at the ball, I’m not going.” I said turning to head to my class. With a speed I didn’t think her petite body had, Zelina ran towards me and pulled me back, almost making the both of us fall. “Oh no, you are definitely coming with Me.” the way that she sounded, I knew there was no arguing with her. Not that I didn’t fancy the idea of meeting my mate, I was just scared of what I knew would happen afterwards. The rejection… I mean there was no way anyone at Fangs Academy would accept me as their mate. I would just be a taint to their reputation, the same way I tainted the schools’s name. “Don’t worry Ember, you’ll meet your mate and I bet the moon goddess is kind enough to make sure you’re mated to someone lovely” Zelina consoled me on seeing the sad expression on my face. “Yeah…” I grinned, visibly brightened up. “That’s my girl!” She giggled. “Let’s head to class before the warning bell” she said. I followed Zelina to class, grateful for her kind words. The day dragged on, each passing minute bringing the mating ball closer. Zelina's excitement contrasted sharply with my growing fear. The idea of rejection was too hard to push away. When the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes, Zelina practically dragged me out of the Academy, heading for her home which was nearby. I was glad I didn’t have to get ready under the same roof with the triplets. Zelina began sorting through tons of dresses, throwing one after another onto her bed. "You need to find the perfect dress for the ball," she declared excitedly. Soon after we were fully dressed and my makeup done. I felt like a completely different person, I felt beautiful... As evening reached, the moon showed its beautiful appearance. It was a full moon tonight. Zelina and I headed out towards the academy were the mating ball was been held. I take in a deep breath before entering the large hall. The sounds of laughter and music filled the air as we entered the grand hall. Couples twirled on the dance floor, their happiness evident. Zelina grabbed my hand, pulling me into the lively crowd. I quickly noticed that none of the triplets were present, they were already nineteen and still hadn’t found their mate. I guess they weren’t interested in showing up for the mating ball after last year's disappointment. Their girlfriends on the other hand were present and sulking at the corner. They caught sight of me looking their way and glared at me in anger. I turned away from them and tried to enjoy the night without getting my mood spoiled my them. As the ball came to an end, I was still unable to find my mate. Zelina had already found her mate and was away somewhere else with him. Now I was all alone, mateless. Of course the moon goddess didn’t think I deserved a mate too. Staring at the couples dancing became too painful to look out so I ran out into the dark night. Just then a delicious scent hit me like a ton of bricks. My wolf leapt in delight, eager to find out where this scent was coming from. I followed the scent eagerly like a child after its treat. As I walked farther along the Academy backyard, the scent seemed to grow more intense and sharper. I was near… “Mate!” I heard three deep voices growl loudly making me freeze on my spot. The voices were way too familiar… I turned slowly behind me and my mouth dropped as I stared back at the strikingly handsome faces of Lucas, Tristen and Caleb. 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👉Only $0.99 for all books😍 | I’m spreading legs for my father-in-law after I find my fiancé cheat on me… This room screams money, and it's not like I'm poor; I'm just not stupidly rich. Jake isn't yet. Sure, his dad is, but Jake was told until he proves himself, he won't get a penny. Sure, he gets money from his dad every month to live on and such. Yet, nothing else. Even though I know that his dad essentially paid for this ring I am wearing, Jake doesn't work, which means he no doubt had to ask his dad for money for the ring. It's looking like Jake might be getting his inheritance. News of this engagement has made his father see him in a whole new way—not just the engagement, but me, apparently. Dating me has made his son straighten his life out. I'm not sure how I helped. All I am doing is dating him. I didn't even know about his money until I met his dad, so it was a shock when Jake stopped at the house. They continued the conversation. His dad smiled at me and the ring. I'm still processing this. I mean, we've been dating for months, but dating and being engaged are two entirely different games. Jake's father is lovely, though. It's clear he wants the best for Jake but hates his stupidity—that stupidness that I haven't really seen. I knew him before dating him, but not enough to know the real him—the one his father said didn't deserve the money. His dad talks, laughing. I reply and feel Jake’s hand sliding up my leg. My body tenses. Turning, I glare at him. His eyes spark with interest, and he pouts at me. We’re sitting with his dad. “Did it go well then?” Alaric smiles at me from across the table. I nod and smile. “It went amazing Mr Hendrix, I was surprised it went so well.” “Ruby, please call me Alaric. You have been dating Jake for over a year. You don’t need to be so formal.” His words are kind, and I nod. “Anyway, I will let you two kids have your fun and disappear. Enjoy your break. Jake, stay tonight; don’t drive back so late, son.” I watch Alaric stand and leave. I turn to face Jake. Every time he tries to grope me under the table. “Babes, it was nothing. I didn’t even get close to my goal.” He leans forward, his lips finding mine. “Even so, we were sat with your dad!” I don’t feel comfortable doing that. Not when we're in company. “Babes, stop sulking. Let’s get to bed.” He pulls me up, and I follow him. It’s been ages since I slept here. We usually stay at the dorms, but we came late today to tell his dad we’re engaged. When I walk into his room, I smile—it’s exactly how I remember it. Jake wraps his arms around me as he removes my clothes, slowly teasing me with his mouth. Shaking my head, I step back. “Not here, Jake. Your dad is in the next room.” That is just awkward. He sighs and climbs into bed. “You know, you worry too much when it comes to sax. Loosen up, babes!” His words shock me, and he laughs. “Forget it. Sleep.” He rolls over. Maybe I do need to loosen up? Yet, I can’t feel comfortable with him entering me so close to his dad. Waking, I walk down. Alaric turns and smiles at me. “Morning Ruby, Coffee?” Nodding, I smile. “Please, Alaric. I didn’t sleep too well.” My sentence ends with a yawn as if to try and confirm my words are true. “Is my son keeping you awake?” He smiles at me. “Not exactly. My mind wouldn’t quieten down.” I kept repeating Jake’s words over and over. “Ah, well, hopefully you will sleep better tonight when you’re back home.” I nod at him and watch as Jake walks down. “We best leave. Long drive ahead of us.” Jake grabs his jacket. “Okay, call in more often, both of you!” Alaric hugs me. “It’s nice to see you again, Ruby.” We say goodbye and leave. The drive back is quiet. I wonder if his mind is on last night. To him, it was nothing. Sure, the table hid us, but his dad was still right there. It also isn't like his hand was at my knee—it ended up between my thighs. I feel like he's in a mood because I refused to let him enter me. Maybe it is just me, and I do worry too much. Maybe others wouldn't have an issue with it, and it is me? Walking through the door, he grabs me. His kiss becomes forceful as I walk backwards into the bedroom. His hands pull my clothes off as we make our way to my room. My body falls back onto the bed, his lips on mine as he climbs onto me. "We need to be quick babes. I'm late." He pushes his trousers down and thrusts into me. His hips speed up instantly. My moans get louder as I grab him and hear him groaning in pleasure as he thrusts a final time before moving off me. I watch as he gets dressed and walks out of the room. Not even a kiss goodbye. I don't get this. People always rave about sax and talk about how amazing it is. For me, it's just meh. It's something I know I could live without. It's nothing that epic or amazing. If anything, it's boring. 6 Months Later Sitting, I laugh. The slight feeling of being tipsy makes me happy. "He's a grumpy nut!" Bex pushes me so hard that I almost fall off the stool. "Maybe, but he's my grumpy nut!" I laugh and stand, and she pouts at me, sulking. "I'm going. I want to be with Jake when the new year begins. He wasn't feeling great." Hugging her, I walk home. "Ruby, Ruby, Ruby!" I groan and stop at the door turning Ivy dances to me. "I'm glad you're here! I lost my keys." Laughing at her, I unlock the door. "You didn't lose them, Ivy. You never do. They are always inside where you left them." I walk in and go to the side, picking up the keys. I rattle them at her. "See." Laughing, she nods. Walking to the kitchen, I grab a drink and go upstairs, my head shaking at the fact she forgot her keys again. I had told her just before we left, get your keys. Laughing, I push the door open and freeze. "Jake!" I stand shocked and sickened. He turns slightly and looks at me. "Is this her?" The woman who is without clothes and currently wrapped around him laughs, and Jake chuckles. "Get out!" Screaming, I throw my bag at him. "Calm it, Ruby!" Jake screams at me. I watch the woman grab her clothes and rush out. "How could you?" Screaming, I take off a shoe and throw it at him. "Because you're boring! God, woman, you're soo stiff." His words are screamed into my face as he laughs. "You were a means to an end, I wanted my inheritance, and you helped me to get it!" My body freezes. "Did you ever actually like me?" Was this all a way to get the money? "Yes! Then I got bored, but I could see my dad thought this was the real deal. He seemed to think you were fixing me, so I played for a bit until he signed my money over. You can't complain; you got to date and sleep with me. Someone every woman wants." My hand swings, and I punch him. "Screw you!" I fight back the tears and push him away from me. "No thanks, there's more action in a board game. Want some advice? Stop being a prude." He turns and storms out. My body falls to the floor. Over a year he used me for over a year to get money? "Ruby." Turning, I look at Ivy and fight back the tears. "He's the sort who will die alone. With money, but no woman will be there." She moves and hugs me. "God, I'm a fool! What's wrong with me?" Sitting, I cry, and her arms stay wrapped around me, trying to comfort me. Chapter 2 The List It's been a month since I saw Jake with that woman. I spend it hiding away. Other than studying, I don't leave. I know everyone is talking. Jake's latest bit I caught him with has made it known why he walked. Everyone knows, and everyone is talking about me like I'm a nun. "Do something!" Bex shouts at me. "Like what?" Nothing I do will bring Jake back. "Prove the guy wrong, get people talking about you and how much you do. Write a sax list." I laugh at her words. "What is a sax list?" Rolling her eyes at me, she laughs. "It's a list of things you need to do or try. It revolves mostly around sax. Things like visiting a sax shop, having a one-night stand, and making a sax video. There are loads. Prove you're not what he says." She turns and walks out. It could be fun, and right now, I have nothing to lose—not when everyone says I'm a nun. I grab a pen and notebook and sit. My eyes look over the blank paper. My mind comes up blank as I sit and consider. Visit a sax shop Watch a video Use a toy Kiss a random guy Kiss a woman Take pole dancing lessons Do a saxy photoshoot Dance at an adult club Buy saxy lingerie Have a night with three Visit a special club I keep going, and by the time I'm finished, the list is two pages long. Looking through it, I decided now that I should get started. I need to do something. Grabbing the laptop, I open it and load up a special site. This seems like a good starting place. This is out of my element. Scrolling through, I stop at a video. I watch it, and shaking my head, I quickly close that video. That was too much too soon. Clicking on another, I begin watching it. I'm astounded—she looks like she's enjoying it a lot. So why don't I feel pleasure like that? I lose myself in the video, soon finding myself watching more after it, and the night disappears. Some of the videos do really make me feel like a prude. Today has gone quickly. Class has ended, and I'm determined to cross another item off the list. Parking the car, I walk to the shop. Standing outside, I look at the store. Sucking in a breath, I push the door open and walk in. I begin to look around. My hand trails over the leather lingerie. Picking up a set, I carry it with me as I continue to look through the lingerie and make my way towards the sax toys. I stop at them and glance around. Now what? My hand reaches out blindly and grabs three different ones. I've no idea what they are, but I'm not about to read the boxes in the shop. Walking towards the till to pay, I stop. My eyes see the items. I grab a pair of handcuffs and a flogger and continue to the till. I place the items down. I watch as she picks each item up and scans them all before I pay, and she hands me the bag. Getting into the car, I laugh. I did it. What did I buy? I laugh, knowing that maybe I should have done research before. When I get home, I place the items in the drawer next to my bed. They are items I have to use. Otherwise, why visit a shop and buy them? "We're going out!" Bex and Ivy burst into my room. "Oh my God!" Bex runs over and pulls the items out. "You made a list!" She squeals and hugs me. "Okay, calm down. Anyway, I'm not going out." He will be there with her. "Yes, you really are! Don't let him push you into hiding. That confirms his words. It's been a month. Get on a beautiful dress, now." Ivy drags me up from the bed. "Fine!" Walking over, I look through the clothes. "No! You're wearing this." Bex holds out a dress, and my eyes widen. "Is that even legal?" I stare at it; it's short, and most of it is see-through. "Very, get it on. Look, you don't want him back. Screw him, not literally, as that's not allowed! Show him what he's missing. You might be a prude, but he can't enter you for good." I laugh at her words. "What? I've heard you two. He doesn't hit the spot. Come on." Ivy bounces around me. "Okay, give me ten minutes." I grab the dress and go to the bathroom to get ready. Walking out, they are waiting. "Oh yeah, he never saw you in anything like this. Make him bleed." I laugh at Bex. "That's if he's there, we're going to Rainbow Horse." That's a gay bar. Jake does go there, not often, but still, there's a chance he is there, which makes me want to refuse. The bar is full; Bex and Ivy have pretty much been pouring the shots down my throat. I won't complain, though, as I'm laughing and enjoying the night. Standing on the dance floor with them, my body moves to the music. I'm glad I decided to come out. They were right I do feel better already. My body stops when I see him and her together. They are staring towards me and laughing. "Don't. You do not let him and that evil excuse of a woman run you out and stop having fun. Turn your back to them and dance." Bex pulls me so I'm no longer facing them. It wouldn't be as bad if he wasn't talking about me and saying something. I see Oliver dancing, and I smile toward him. "While dancing, move me closer to Oliver." This will stop Jake from staring at me. Bex and Ivy nod but look at me, confused. We dance, and as we do, they keep moving toward him. Dancing beside him, he notices me and glances down. "Ruby, didn't expect to see you out tonight." He smiles slightly and stops dancing. "Am I not allowed to have fun like the rest of you?" He chuckles at my words. "I didn't think you 'did' fun." "Because Jake said so, right?" He nods, and I continue to dance. "Indulge me, won't you Oliver and go along with me?" He peers at me, confused. His eyes stay fixed on mine, am I really about to do this? Doubt creeps in, and I feel someone push me forward, my lips pressing against his. The feel of his hand slipping around my waist makes me smile as I continue to kiss Jake's best friend. His hands hold me closer as I finally break away from the kiss. "What was that?" He stares at me. "Oh, just some fun. Thanks for letting me borrow your mouth for a few seconds." Turning, I walk towards Bex and Ivy. "Erm." Bex laughs. "I gave you a nudge but didn't think you would actually stick your tongue in his mouth." "It worked, Jake is pissed." Ivy laughs, and I glance over, seeing him glaring at me. I give a little wave and turn away from him. "You realise you never do that, right? The whole kissing someone, random people. You date, that's it." Ivy continues to laugh. "I changed my mind; dating got me nowhere. I might test-ride all his friends." They both laugh, but I'm being serious. We stay for a short while longer before making our way home. Getting in, I walk into my room and stop. "What are you doing here?" I stare at Jake. "I left my watch. I was just getting it." He holds it up. Laughing, my head shakes. "You had it on tonight. Why are you here in my room?" I stare at him as he stays sitting on the bed, his eyes falling to the items on the bed. I forgot Bex had pulled them out of the drawer. "Why do you have these?" He picks up the handcuffs. "Jake, you need to leave." Why is he here? "Look, you wanted my attention, and you got it. It was a good idea to use Oliver. I'm here, so let's have fun." I laugh. "Come on, Ruby. You wanted to play, so let's play." "Jake, I wanted to play with Oliver, not you. I did play with him. Now leave." He sits, shocked. "You're joking." "No, get out of my room!" My words are screamed, and I see Bex appear at the door. "Fine." His words are almost growled as he storms out. Bex laughs before leaving. What was I ever doing with that guy? Chapter 3 Lessons The week has passed by quickly; I get lost in studying. I've signed up for dancing lessons, though. Two nights a week, I will do pole dancing, and another two nights a week, I will practice lap dances. I have to admit I had fun with Bex and Ivy that night once I let go of my fears. Pulling on the boots, I stand, and Bex walks in, her eyes widening. "Why are you wearing those heels?" I laugh at her words. "I'm serious. Are you going out?" "I'm doing pole dancing lessons. It's the first one tonight. I figured I would wear heels and learn while wearing them." "I'm coming!" she runs out of the room. I laugh, walk to her room, and watch her get ready. "I always wanted to learn, so I'm coming. Why pole dancing?" She turns and looks at me as she fastens her shoes. "I have a slot in a few weeks dancing in a club." Her hands stop, and she looks at me. "Yes, I'm being serious." I laugh and watch her fasten her shoe. "You're going to dance in a club?" "Yes, I visited this week. It looked amazing. The women looked happy. It's a thrill, so yes, I am going to be dancing half-bare on a pole." "I think I need to make a list for myself! It sounds like you're having all the fun," she says, laughing, and we leave together. Getting to the building, we go in, and to be fair, it's harder than it looked. Still, I slowly get the hang of it and begin to enjoy myself. While I am, Bex is falling over and laughing. I honestly think she might be drunk. Walking over, I pick her up off the floor. "Sorry, but I can't do it. My body is like... no way...keep our feet on the ground." She laughs, and I nod. "You were doing well, though." Her grin widens, and we begin to leave. "Thanks; by any chance, do you know Boudoir Bunny?" She stops mid-step and turns to me. "Yes, why are you asking?" "Because I plan to visit tomorrow night." Her mouth falls open. "Do you know what it is?" She looks at me now. "I do. I read up on it, checked it out online, and spoke to someone else who goes there. I'm not planning to do anything there; I just want to go and see what it's like." "To see what it's like? It's a bandage club, like a full-on sax club. With private rooms and something else." She laughs, and I nod. "Which, you know, and you're still going?" "I'm not going in the rooms. I will be staying in the communal areas." "Can I join you?" I laugh slightly. "You were just looking at me like I'm crazy, Bex." "Yeah, but I still want to go. I've always wanted to, but I'm not about to walk into a sax club all on my own." I laugh and nod. "Then come with me. Do you have a suitable outfit?" She can't go in her usual clothes. "Not for that place, so let's go shopping." We leave together, and I go to the shop. This is twice now I've been in a sax shop. I look through the different outfits, a lot are leather, PVC or rubber. Grabbing the mask, I smile. "You're going to be a kitty?" Bex looks at me. "Yes!" I hold up the outfit, which is actually more like lingerie. She laughs and holds up her outfit. She has a bunny mask. "I have the perfect pair of shoes as well to go with it." Paying, we leave and go home. Standing in the room, I begin to go through everything. I can't find my shoes! "Bex! Ivy!" I watch them walk in. "Please say you have seen my black shoes, the ones with a metal heel." I need those; they will go with the outfit. "You had them on when you last visited Jake's dad." Ivy smiles at me. "No way!" "Just wear something else." Ivy smiles at me. "No! I had the outfit planned in my mind. I need those shoes." "Then ask Jake to get them." Sighing, I reach for my phone. I need the stuff I left at your dad's from when I stayed, please, like now, if possible. I hit send on the message and sat on the bed. I began to look through my phone. The dating app is relatively hilarious; some of the chat-up lines have me laughing. My phone vibrates, and I see Jake's name. Hitting the message, it shows up. It's your stuff. Get it yourself, or just leave it there for when I next go down with whoever I'm dating. I'm sure they will appreciate it. Screaming, I throw the things off my bed, and Bex walks in with Ivy. "Well?" "I've to get it myself or leave it there for his next woman to use." Their eyes widen. "I would say leave it, buy new, but that's awuful. Go get it." Bex smiles at me. "That means leaving early. The club is two hours away, so I need to go in the morning, get there, get my stuff, drive back, get ready, and then leave again." Maybe I should just wear different shoes. "Then don't wear those shoes." Bex shrugs, but I had it planned in my mind and I hate now following through. "No, I'm getting my stuff on the off chance he takes a woman there before I do, and she wears it." They nod and leave. Lying down, I fall asleep. Stopping outside the house, I hit the button and waited; I slept in. So I had to get ready for tonight and wear the outfit under my dress. "Yes?" I turn to the intercom. He will be working, but I know where the spare key is. "Hi, Alaric, it's Ruby. If possible, I need to grab the things that I left here." "You don't need to ask." The intercom turns off, and the gates open. Driving in, I get out and walk up the steps. I stop noticing that the pot has moved. Turning, I see it. Leaning over, I lift it and look for the key; it's not here. "Ahm." I stand and turn, Alaric is stating right where my hip was bent over. "Sorry, I thought you would be at work. I was going to let myself in." Maybe I should have knocked first. "No worries. Can I get you a drink?" He walks in, and I follow. "Erm..." He's smiling at me, he doesn't know. "Is everything okay?" He grabs a glass, and I nod. "Drink?" I nod at him, I thought Jake would have told him this was over? Now I feel more awkward than before, knowing I have to tell him. He holds out the glass, and I take it. "Thanks, Aleric." "You're welcome. Why isn't Jake here?" I lick my lip. Panic builds within me, but I bite it back. "Ruby? Where the fuck is your ring?" "We're over, I'm sorry I thought he would have told you. I wouldn't have come if I knew he hadn't. I just need my things." "What do you mean it's over? What happened?" Fighting back tears, my head shakes. "It doesn't matter." "It does. You're almost crying. What happened?" He stands waiting. "I found him with some other woman in my room." He stills at my words. "He used me to convince you he had settled down so you would give him the money." "He proposed though." "To make it more real," his eyes widen. "Can I use the bathroom, please?" I need to avoid his questions. "Ruby, you don't need to ask, but when you're done, we'll talk about this." I nod, quickly throw my bag on the side, and rush through. As I entered the bathroom, I locked the door. I thought he would have known. I never expected to get here and have to tell him about his own son's recklessness and dirty behaviour. Apparently, though, I have to. Jake is hiding the fact that we split, which makes no sense at all. Why hide it? Chapter 4 His Disapproval As I walk back through, he stands waiting. I go to walk around the unit, and he stops me. "What is going on? You're not telling me everything. You're avoiding talking to me. Why?" "There's nothing to tell. I found him with another woman." "And..." He stands waiting. "And we split up." I shrug. "Talk me through what happened and what he said." He looks at me, waiting. "New years, I went back early to spend it with him, I found him in my room with a woman. I screamed at him, the woman asked if I was her, and laughed." His eyes widen. "I told them to get out, he told me to calm it and I asked how he could it to me. He called me boring but explained he could see that you were falling for the fact he was with me, so he played for a bit until he got the money." He doesn't reply; he just stands shocked. "Then he told me I should be happy, I got to sleep and date him. Someone with money that every woman wants. I hit him, and he said there was more action in a board game." Now he knows I can get my stuff and leave. "Ruby, I'm sorry." He stares at me. "This is my fault. He was going from woman to woman, partying and blowing money on nothing. You started dating him, and he seemed to settle slightly. I mentioned the money; I didn't think he would use you just to get the money." "It's not your fault. You know now, but I need to get my things." I turn, and he stops me. "Don't you listen to him, to his words. What he said is wrong, he was cruel, and I'm sorry." I shrug but don't reply. "Ruby, why are you listening to his words and letting that change you?" "I'm not." My words are quiet, and his head tilts. "Okay, maybe I am. Something must make him think that, so somewhere inside, I'm boring. I'm not sure if it's a fact I wouldn't let him grope me under the table while you were here or that fact I refused to let him enter me here with you in the other room that made him see me as boring, or maybe it's because I really am!" His body stills as I shout. There has to be some truth to his words. "I wouldn't have believed him so much if he didn't tell others, and then those people start saying nonsense. Everyone knows, he told everyone." I can't go into class without people staring at me and talking. "Ruby, come here." I look at him and shake my head. His hand grips mine, and he pulls me in front of him. He turns me so my back is against him. "What is this?" He taps the side, and I glance down. Oh, my list. I go to say I don't know when he speaks. "It fell out of your bag. You threw it down with that much force." He chuckles and waits. "It was something to help me experience more, stop being a prude, and prove everyone wrong." He sighs and grabs a pen, placing it next to the paper. His hands grip the counter next to me. "Pick up the pen," he says, his breath washes over my neck. Reaching down, I get it. "Cross off number eight." "W-what?" "Cross of number eight. The list is a good idea, but number eight is a risk. Not only that, but you're not selling your body. You gain nothing from it." "I want to." It will help. It's different. "No, you don't. Women dance there for money, and many are tortured behind the scenes. If you want a list, fine, but make it safe. Cross it out." Nodding, I cross out the dancing in an adult club. "Number ten, cross it out." "Why?" What is wrong with a three ? "You don't even have a partner, so you're planning to have a three with two strangers? That's putting yourself at risk. Remove it." Nodding, I cross it out. "Number fifteen as well." "People do it all the time." What is wrong with a one-night stand? "You didn't have them for a reason. Because you know you're worth more than a night, don't forget your values and morals. Remove it." Biting my lips, I scratch it out. "Also, number sixteen. Before you ask, that's safer and better if you have a partner, not a random guy." I cross out the sax in public. "Number nineteen." "What?" What is wrong with trying bandage during sax? "You don't have a partner. Are you really going to let a stranger, a one-night stand, tie you up? You're putting yourself at risk." I didn't consider that. Maybe there is a lot on here that shouldn't be, as I can't do it alone or with a total stranger I don't trust. I cross it out, move down the list, and begin crossing off some other things. "Good girl," he whispers into my ear. I relax, putting down the pen. He was right; some of them are putting me at risk. "Now, let's talk about the last few." He turns over the paper. "Explain why you would have that on a list?" "Erm..." I swallow hard. "Ruby, why would you have those on the list when it's a list of things you hadn't done or ever tried?" I bite my lip, and he keeps me encased between his body and the kitchen island. "My parents were very religious and strict. Anyone before Jake was fun, and well, those are still things I haven't done or experienced." I feel his body turn to ice, his hand grips my chin, and he turns my head to see me. "Are you joking?" I try and shake my head but fail. "Ruby, for years, you were dating and sleeping. Are you telling me you've never reach high, and he never enter you with his mouth?" His words cause my body to shake, and my head moves from side to side. "I never really enjoyed sax," it's the truth, which is why I was happy to quickly say no when Jake tried for sax. "I want to fix the last two issues on your list." My body shakes and explodes with pleasure. God... "You should tell me no, Ruby, you're young enough to be my daughter." "I..." I want to tell him no, but just the way he's stood has my body wanting him. It's something I've never felt before. He's waiting for my answer, he's right, I am young enough to be his daughter. I also know if I walk out and say no to him, I might just regret it. "Maybe because you're old enough to be, I should call you Daddy?" He spins me to face him, and his hand slides along my leg. "Remove them." His finger strokes omy sax over my underwear. Crap, I didn't consider that. I'm wearing a one-piece leather corset. "I said remove them. I can't do it while you're covered." Nodding, I lift the dress, and his eyes widen. He swears under his breath. "Ruby, why did you come here wearing this?" He stands waiting. "I'm going out after. I wouldn't have time to go back and change. I needed the shoes to go with it." My words are quiet. "In this? Turn." I turn so my back is against him, and he swears louder. His hands grasp against the globe of my hips. "Your whole hip is on show. And you're wearing it out?" I nod at his words. "It's appropriate for where I'm going." Very appropriate. "Take it off." Nodding at his words, I unclick it around my neck. Moving and pushing it down my body until it falls to the floor. I stay facing away from him, but I can feel his eyes burning through my body. We don't move or speak. I don't want to speak. I don't want to consider this too much. There's a chance if I do, or even if he does, we will stop and realise how crazy it is. His hands stroke down my sides, causing my body to quake. Stopping at my hips, he turns me before lifting me onto the kitchen side. "Say no, Ruby." His eyes go from mine down my body. I push my legs wider. 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🔞🔞Read the Full Version👉 | "Sister, even if you're the rightful wife, what does it matter now? The mistress of the Hart family is my mother." "If you don't want to lose something more important than life, you must replace me today and marry that dying monster!" I was plucked from the orphanage and thrust into the arms of a legendary, terminally ill, and violent pervert. They threatened my grandfather's life, and I had no choice. Unexpectedly, everything changed dramatically after marrying into the wealthiest family, the Augustine family. Not only did my family cherish me like a treasure, but even my husband, rumored to be sick and ugly, the sole heir of the Augustine family, transformed into a perfect and caring partner, handsome and skilled in bed. Oh, what I mean is, you are already so handsome. There is no man more handsome than you in the world. Why did you hide it before? I was pinned to the bed by his strong chest, trying to delay his next request with conversation. I was truly exhausted; he had just ravished me uncontrollably. "Baby, let me kiss you there, and I'll tell you..." His tender kiss descended once more, and my bedsheets were soaked through.. …… In the winter of 2015, Olive Hart sat on a train from an orphanage in the suburbs and was headed for Los Angeles. When she was nine year old, she was taken to the suburbs. And today, she's being brought back to LA. And not for any reason other than the marriage between the Hart's family and the Augustine's family. A daughter from the Hart's family is to marry into the Augustine's family. But, with the rumours of the groom being terminally ill, neither of Hart's two sisters consented to the marriage. Olive was sitting on the bunk with a book in her hand. The door of the train was suddenly pushed open. The cold wind was accompanied by a sweet and fishy smell of blood. Raising her eyes, she sighted a tall figure collapsing from the outside into the train. In split seconds, some men clothed in black rushed in. "Boss, there's no one here. Let's just send him to hell." One of them roared. The scariest of them all, who also happened to be their boss, diverted his gaze toward Olive. Olive instantly felt a surge of heat engulfing her. The man's eyes passed a message of strong murderous intent. Glancing at the weapons calmly and silently in their hands, Olive immediately chose to act panicked and begged for mercy, "Don't hurt me please. I saw nothing." Their leader stepped forward and stared at Olive's small face. Her eyes were incomparably bright, whenever she glanced around, her eyes swayed. The man was struck by such dazzling eyes, and he had seen nothing of such prior. "Little beauty, we don't have to hurt you, you just have to please my brothers." Olive's slender eyelash trembled, and she said pitifully, "I don't want to die, please. As long as you don't hurt me, I'll definitely serve you all satisfactorily. Olive's soft and gentle pleas ignited the urge of consummation in the leader's body. He pounced on Olive and tried submerging her slender body under his. "Boss, you go first. We'll send this d**k to hell first. Then we'll all have a good time with her." One of the men suggested. Already manipulated by the desire, the leader followed the speech of advice, dropped his weapon on the floor and had reached out to pull the buttons of Olive's clothes. But in splits seconds, a small white hand had halted his hand. The man raised his head to meet Olive's bright eyes. The panics and weakness which were visible in her eyes had now disappeared. A cold look was now evident. "You.." The man made to speak, but Olive immediately kicked him on the loins. "F**k" The man man muttered and came crashing to the ground. "Boss!" The men had chorused in shock. The men were startled and wanted going to assist, but the man who had collapsed on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and he snatched the weapon from one of the men in black. The men then fell to the ground one by one almost in a split second. Olive sat up. She knew the man was only playing unconscious. Her eyes met with his. He had a pair of extremely narrow eyes, sharp as a falcon, and there were like two small abyss in the bottom of them. Anyone who looked at them was bound to be sucked in. "Master, we're late." The rescuers arrived and began to clean up in an orderly fashion. One of the men, probably his confidant, handed the man a clean patch of cloth. He wiped his hands elegantly, then walked towards olive with steady steps. His bony fingers clenched her small jaw. With squinted eyes, he look at her playfully. His voice was low and magnetic, "What do you think I'll do with you?" Olive was forced to look up at him. The man was tall and handsome. His aura was powerful and cold as the night. Although he had wiped his hands, she could still smell blood. She knew she had witnessed everything. And it would be difficult to get away. She knocked down the man's hand and uttered sternly, "I'm the bride who's about to marry into the Red Villa." The man raised his eyebrows. It was quite interesting. She's... his bride? "Aren't you from Los Angeles? You should know that the daughter of the Hart's family is the one to marry into the Red Villa." "Yes, I'm fully aware of that. And I am the bride. If something sinister happens to me, don't you think that'll be big trouble for you? Just let me go, I saw saw nothing, and would say nothing!" At this point, Olive really owed her stepmother, Monica, a vote of thanks, she thought sarcastically. Monica has sent the money which she used in taking the train to LA. However, it wasn't due to the fact that she loved Olive, but because the marriage was important to Monica. The marriage between the Hart's family and The Augustine's family (The Red Villa.) Was the biggest gossip in the whole of LA. Olive's words seem to have caught the man's attention. He stared at her with interest. Today, he was set up by a business opponent who wanted him dead. It was indeed an accident meeting this girl. Looking intensively at her, he estimated her age to be about twenty. Although her face was pale and her clothes, messy. Her eyes were clear and intelligent, and they Shone brightly. The man moved back and took his men away. Olive's fingertips slowly loosened. The man turned his head and spoke slowly in lips she could understand "I'll see you soon." ... Cambridge hotel and suites. The Hart's family's wedding was held today. In the bridal lounge, Gabriella Hart stared at her half-sister (they shared the same father), Olive and said, "Olive, your mother died when you were nine. You later pushed our grandfather down the stairs with your own hands. Hence, you were sent to the orphanage by dad. Now that you're back, I'm certain you know the reason. So you need to comply. Otherwise, you'll be sent back to the suburbs where you came from." She paused to take a breathe and added, " To the Hart's family, you're nothing more than a sacrificial lamb. So, you better behave like one." Olive twisted her lips and replied coldly, "Of course, I do understand. I have no time for this now. You can stop barking." Gabriella was too furious to talk back and stared at Olive's bright eyes. Her eyes were indeed stunning. You could tell she's a beauty simply from that pair of eyes. Gabriella went extremely jealous. She felt as though she should dig out her pair of eyes. 'She should be nothing but an ugly redneck!' "Olive, the time has come, we should move!" Patrick's deep voice sounded as he walked in with Monica and a group of guests. Chapter 2 The Newlywed Husband Monica was a popular actress in the entertainment industry when she was young. Even after having two daughters, she still took care of her body. Just like a beautiful charming young woman. She was a mistress, but her skills were extremely high. Not only did she successfully dethrone the real wife. She also moved herself to the position of Matriarch in the Hart's family. Monica had indeed made the wedding glamorous. Even Olive's wedding dress had been customized from Paris at a very huge cost. Everyone did praise her for a job well done. Olive pretended as though she was devoid of knowledge. She looked through the door expectantly, "Why isn't the groom here?" Immediately she was done speaking, Monica's expression changed greatly. Everyone stared at one another in awe. "Isn't she aware that she's about marrying an ill man?" questioning look showed on faces of the guests. Patrick stepped forward, his eyes a little guilty and dodgy, "Olive, the groom isn't feeling too well. So he can't come. But you'll meet him once we're done done here." An obedient smile arched on her lips, " Okay dad. I should be heading to meet him." Olive was led by Patrick into a luxury G-wagon which parked in the hotel's garage. She waved at him and he nodded in response, as the car sped off. They guests were sympathetic that she wasn't aware of her husband's condition. They all looked at Monica and began to whisper sarcastic words. Although Monica was quite stunning, she was a stepmother who made another woman's child marry a sick man. Monica cheeks fluttered in embarrassment. The wedding was originally under her control, but Olive had to ask such question in a bid to stymy her plans. Monica let it slide as she knew perfectly how to get back at her in the future. Olive arrived at the Red Villa and was ushered into her room. The lights were not turned on, thus it was pitch dark and the atmosphere was a bit cold. Olive's dark eyes shone in a gleam of vigilance. She walked over to the bed and saw a man lying on the big, soft bed. This must be her new husband! Olive reached out to give him a pulse, she stretched out her index finger towards him, but in the next second, her slender waist was clasped by few thin fingers. She felt as though the world was spinning, and before saying jack, he was already on top of her. Olive was galvanized. She was informed that her husband was a sick man. But the fingers that had just grabbed her waist were strong and clearly that of a healthy man. "Who is he?" Olive quickly bent her knees and pressed against his crotch. But the man was even faster. He easily dodged her attacks and bent his knees, causing her to be unable to move. He was quick, accurate and ruthless. "Who are you? Let me go!" Olive struggled hard as their bodies rubbed through the thin fabric. "The bride is enthusiastic, do you want to have sex?" A deep magnetic voice sounded. "..." Degenerate! Olive suddenly pondered on the possibility of the man in the room being her husband. The man's slender fingers had already landed on the zip of her dress, and was slowly unzipping it. Olive quickly grabbed his hands, "What are you doing?" "Just moan. Can you do that?" Moan? At this moment, Olive heard a sneaky voice form outside the room. It was a maid who was beckoning on the Old madam Samantha. "Madam, this isn't good. We had better go back..." " Shh."The old lady hushed angrily, "I'll listen with my ears, not with my eyes!" Olive wanted to see what was going on, but Elvis pressed her shoulder with one hand and pushed her back, "Hurry up and moan." Olive guessed that he needed to put up a show for the old lady and needed her cooperation. " I can't do that." Elvis stared at the girl beneath him. She's only twenty years old or odd, now showing a frown, and her eyes reserved and shy. Elvis two big hands came to her dress and pulled it off. Olive felt her skin turned cold, she wrapped her hands around her slim shoulders. However, although the man was thin, he had great strength. His bony fingers quickly penetrated her and felt obstructed. Elvis narrowed his eyes and asked, "Virgin?" Olive didn't answer, but used his slender snow-white arms to block him, trying to push him away. Elvis' eyes grew deeper, and he moved his fingers upward, pressing them on a place that was not enough to hurt her but could make her feel comfortable. Olive's face was extremely red. She wanted to run away, but the man's fingers had already started to rub, and her body instinctively let out a moan. She was extremely shy and instinctively covered her mouth. "Yes, that's it. Call it out loud." Elvis was satisfied and encouraged. With his voice, his hand movements became faster and faster... No, Olive could feel that it was not just fast, but also a wonderful sense of rhythm. He sometimes rushed, sometimes very gentle, and sometimes teased her in circles. Her groans kept rushing out of her mouth, one after another. No... please... I... this is too fast... "Uh... please... slow down..." Elvis propped his hands on her side, trapping her in his arms and initiating some extreme intimate movements. In such dark room, the big bed was rattled by him. "Continue to yell, or I'll be serious." He threatened in a low voice. Olive shivered. She didn't doubt his words one bit. So she closed her eyes and moaned as he ordered. Outside the room, old Mrs Samantha clasped her hands together and muttered, "Great, my grandson is neither gay nor incompetent. Creator bless me. I'm going to have a great-grandson!" Old Mrs Samantha danced happily and quickly left to say the rosary. Olive hastily reached out and pushed the man off her body. This time, Elvis was also cooperative and had let go of her. With a bang, he turned on the wall lamp. Olive sat up. She zipped her dress, covering her shiny shoulders and her delicate milk muscles. She raised her eyes and looked at the man. He had already gotten out of bed, his handsome face was revealed. The muscles on his face were carved perfectly. But Olive had no time to admire the man's beauty. Her eyes had widened in shock, "It's you!" He was the man on the train! He was her new husband! Olive knew she was going to marry a sick man, and had prepared for it. But she never thought that it would be him. She reminisced on how she yelled at him on the train. Plausibly saying that she was the bride who was marrying into the Red Villa. She was convinced that he must have been laughing inwardly while listening to her petty threats. Elvis's reddish lips cracked into a smile, "You recognized me. I did say we were gonna meet soon." There was some trace of playfulness in his eyes. He was informed by the butler that the Hart's family were giving up their abandoned daughter for marriage. All he cared about was to marry in order to please his grandmother. But he was still impressed that she happened to be the bride, especially after the incident on the train. Chapter 3 Squeeze Her Neck A knock was heard on the door, "Young master." Henry, the butler called from outside. "Come in." Elvis lightly raised his thin lips. Henry pushed open the door and walked in. "Young master, young mistress, anything you would like me to do?" Elvis stood beside the bed. He was wearing a simple white trousers with a black T-shirt. One could tell the fabric was expensive, which looked like a handmade version. They made him look tall and handsome, with a magnificent temperament. Elvis lowered his eyes and skillfully flipped the silver button on his shirt with his fingers. He glanced at Olive and said, "Do you wish to eat anything?" Olive heart tensed. The marriage was planned by the older generation of the four most powerful family in Los Angeles, The Augustines, The Blues, The Heavens and The Dominos. Elvis, the young master of the Augustine's family, ruled the country with the dominant place. He was the youngest and the most Handsome of business leaders. However, he stayed anonymous and no one knew what he truly looked like. The Red Villa was situated in a remote location. At first glance, one would think that they weren't a wealthy family. Monica's biggest wish was to marry both her daughters into the four major families in Los Angeles. With the news of the son of the Augustine's family being sick, Monica really wanted to go against the contract by not giving any of her daughter to the marriage. But Patrick Hart was a feudal and filial person and was unwilling to violate the marriage contract made by the older generation. Monica had then thought of Olive, so she brought her back as the bride. To Olive's prior understanding, the man she was being married to was nothing to write home about, but at this moment, she was puzzled. The man in front of her was arrogant and condescending. People could not help but worship. Olive wanted to say something, but at this moment, the man suddenly put both of his hands on the table. He narrowed his handsome eyes and groaned. The butler's expression became that of fright, he said hastily, "Young master, I'll call the doctor now!" Olive's bright eyes moved down. The hands that were propped up in the table were already bruising, like a sign of illness. Is he sick? Olive's eyes met his. He turned abruptly and said to the butler, "Get her out of here!" Olive knew that she couldn't leave at the moment. She had left the Hart's family for a purpose and needed to take hold of the identity as the bride of the Red Villa. Olive stared at Elvis fixedly, "You're sick, what is it? I know a little about medicines and acupuncture, I can treat you." " Get out!"Elvis growled. Not only did Olive not get away, she even walked closer to him, "I smell some precious medicinal herbs such as Lily Poria cocos, and gastrodia elata. If my guess is correct, you have insomnia." The butler stared at Olive in shock, " Young mistress, you..." Olive's eyes fell on Elvis's handsome face, "What's the extent of your sleep disorder? Once the sleep disorder progresses, it will seriously affect a person's mental state. You should rest and relax." The corners of Elvis's long and narrow eyes grew redder and gloomier. He reached out and grabbed Olive's neck…… Please download to continue reading Book ID【2810】 | LEARN_MORE | https://image.noveltells.net/landing-page/h5-556.h | Bounovel | https://www.facebook.com/100095467867530/ | 215 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | image.noveltells.net | IMAGE | In a conspiracy, she was taken back from the countryside to marry him instead of her sister. 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