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She glanced at her, but Britney merely shot her a knowing look. She frowned. Waverly’s assistant came to do her bidding! It was an important moment for her. What was Britney up to? Grandma Granger looked at her calmly. “What gift?” Britney’s phone lit up as she showed her a certain clip. Grandma Granger peered to look at it. When she saw it was Momo, the girl she missed dearly, her heart skipped a beat. Oddly... The clip showed how Momo went into a rundown public toilet, but when she walked out, he was in a suit and looked like a boy!

Mom again repeated the same dialog. "Mom, please, I'm already frustrated and clueless. Yesterday, Charlotte Blackwood confronted me and it's not wrong either. She helped me to get admission in one of the best schools in the country. Our main enemy is Sebestian Blackwood and his mother. They're mean." I said.

Lena nodded, but a tight knot of anxiety twisted in her stomach. Trina leaned closer. “You’re really into this guy, huh?” Lena froze. “What? No. I mean… it’s not about that. It’s about exposing the truth.” “Right. And the fact that he’s drop-dead gorgeous and keeps looking at you like he wants to devour you.”Trina said with a broad smile. Paying to heed to what she said,Lena handed her a phone. “Everything you need to know about your ‘brand’ is here. You’re now Katrina Devereaux, an up-and-coming designer who just relocated from Paris.”

If she had faked the drowning to get back at me and Lolita, I’d accept it. I'd accept whatever punishment she wanted to give me. "Sevi doesn't want to go back to the party," my mother said quietly, standing beside me at the bedroom door. "He won't let go of her. He's scared his mommy is going to disappear." "I'm done with the Asagras, Mom.. I’'m pulling every Rocc share we have in their businesses." "B-But they're family friends—"

I distinctly heard Yelena Lipton gasp on the other end of the phone, followed by several seconds of silence. "Mom's… gone? H-How could that be? This is just too sudden! I didn't mean to be absent. I-I'll buy tickets for the soonest flight possible and head back right away. Wait for me to come back, okay?" "No need. From now on, you and I should go our separate ways. There's no need for us to be tied together anymore. This is exactly what you want, isn't it?"

I wanted her to feel how wrong and how fucking hot it was that the man who had made her cum so hard last night while listening to him was now openly playing with her mom. Bianca giggled and leaned into my touches, completely clueless. But Beverley… she was squirming. Her thighs pressed together tightly. Her breathing was shallow. Her face stayed flushed the entire time. Perfect. I was teasing her slowly, breaking down her resistance right under her mother’s nose, and it was working better than I could have hoped.

Kannon and Draya were the only ones wearing sour faces that spoke louder than any of the guests holding the mic. “I’m so thankful for this time,” my mom said during a brief intermission. “I’m thankful for my friends and family, my loving husband and the chance he gets to run for mayor. I’m so happy that we’re all able to celebrate my youngest baby getting married and all of my family's success. We’ve stood by each other and shown the world that there are proud black families who beat the odds and statistics, who are capable of succeeding and building a legacy of generational wealth.” My mom ranted about being part of the black excellence crew for so long I thought she was running for mayor.

Eva hurriedly added as she set up an space for Moon and Stefen to get acquainted that it would also be an ideal start for both of their households. “Mom, it dad's birthday. How can we make time for solitude? I will take Miss Waver out for some other day, do not you agree, Miss Waver?" Stefen turned his focus away from his mother and towards Moon Waver, who was experiencing severe heart palpitations when she heard Stefen's soothing voice. She gave a head nod in agreement and then said, “We must pay attention to your birthday, Sir.” Moon looked at Darren with respect. “First, you are not allowed to address me as Sir; instead, call me Uncle, and then I will be Dad, which I am eager to hear.”