Patricia Wilson
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The third point of view: "Cecile," "God!" The woman almost jumped out of her skin when that giant touched her on the shoulder out of nowhere. She had been having a pleasant conversation with the kitchen staff when he called her. "Sorry, did I startle you?" He tried to check up on her but she withdrew from his touch as usual. "It's okay," Cecil said, giving the both of them a reasonable distance. "Can we talk?" Emerald added when he saw her companions, "Alone," Cecile looked towards the…
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"All's fair in love and war," It was at that moment that Julie perfectly understood what that expression truly meant. When it comes to gaining something, some people were desperate enough to win. It happened that just when Anabelle lifted her leg to hit him "there", Israel came to stand in front of him out of nowhere and took the hit. It all happened so suddenly Julie didn't know what happened until his friend fell to the floor, cradling his "thing" through his pants as he muttered, "Sweet Jesus,"…
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The third point of view : "You cheater!" Anabelle was startled by that accusation and looked up only to discover it was Julie. What the fuck was going on here? Then it dawned on her that she was lying on Israel. A blush spread to her cheeks as she got to her feet with lightning speed. " I'm so sorry," She gave him her hand for him to take and pull himself up. But to her greatest surprise, Julie snatched it and pulled her to his side. "What are you doing?" She gave him an attitude. "I…
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"And you?" Claire turned her attention to Reina, "Just because you have a small successful enterprise, you think people are shit before you?" "No, just some sluts who think it's okay to steal my hard-earned husband," Reina sassed. Most people with low self-esteem probably see people with self-confidence as pompous when in reality, they simply needed to work on their's. "How dare you?!" She backhanded Reina across the face and it took everything in Niklaus not to lose the ropes and tear that woman…
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The third point of view: "High time you woke up already, sleepyhead," Was the teasing Niklaus woke up to. Where was he? "Oh fuck," He cursed as soon as he recalled what had happened. They were in the kidnappers' den. "How long have I been out?" He asked, groaning as she cracked his stiff neck. The ground wasn't as soft as his bed. "I don't exactly know since our phones were confiscated. But if I were to guess, I'll say three hours," Reina pouted, "And don't be so sad, you needed the sleep…
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Reina's point of view: "Where the hell was I?" My brain was foggy as I slowly roused from sleep. Then It dawned on me with the messy sheet and hair, where I was and what I had done. My honeymoon with my husband, Niklaus. "Aww!" I groaned, a piercing pain going through my head. Gosh, why was I such a masochist? It was clear to me that alcohol messes me up and yet I still go back to it. Am I a sucker for pain or something? "You're awake," Niklaus came into the bathroom looking all robust and…
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The third point of view: "Aww!" Anabelle stumbled on her stiletto heel but Israel was quick to catch her on the waist, pressing her flush against his body. "Easy," He cautioned her, his hand still on her curve. "Thank you," She giggled sheepishly, trying to stand on her two feet yet her world kept swirling and she ended up falling back on him. Annabelle was in one word, wasted. Israel sighed, Julie was surely going to kill him when he returned. He had thought the girl would be able to hold one…
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The third point of view: "Grandfather, how does it feel?" Ailee asked, massaging the shoulder of the old man who had his eyes closed, relishing the feel of his grandchildren's small fist on his body. Allen was assigned his knees while Neon was working on the old man's toenails. "Ahh, life feels good," He moaned in pleasure. Those little hands of theirs were better fitted to his body than his men trying to break his frail bones in the name of massaging him. Well, one can already guess the reason…
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The third point of view : "Goodmorning beautiful," Eden was woken up from sleep by the voice of his wife. Wife? Oh right, he was married. Last night had been blurry considering the amount of fun they had. And by fun, he meant having a glass of wine with his wife, Camille, and afterward, doing it on the couch, table, you name it. Gosh, his head felt like exploding. "You are one hell of a woman," Eden simply pecked her on the cheek because of morning breath. "I'll get the food ordered while…
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The third point of view: Isabella was freaking mad, In fact, the anger she was feeling inside was so much she let out an anguished scream; it was so frustrating! She had fought in public today like one of those shameless women. Why was she behaving this way? It was as if when it comes to issues correlating to Pedro, she loses all common sense - and she hates it. Love wasn't stupidity. However, today, when she saw that girl touching him, she lost it. But before that fury, she had felt one other…
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