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"How dare you? Larry, who is she?", she glared at me, angrily. I held my face in dismay, my eyes teary. "Mom, you have no right to hit her", Mr. Larry said, furious. "I have every right, who is she?" "Larry's nanny" "What! How can you call yourself his nanny, and give him poison? Larry, fire her. I don't want a murderer as my grandson's nanny" "Mom, you are going too far, it wasn't Tiffany's fault"

Mom has her back to me and is bent over uncle Harry's desk, still in just her tank top and panties. What a sight! Mom's panty-clad ass looks so hot! Bent over like this, the thin material is tucked up around her cheeks, defining her perfectly round globes. Christ! I can't believe the life I'm suddenly leading. I just fucked a beautiful black woman, while being watched by a sexy white teenage girl, who is now waiting upstairs for me to eat her pussy and my mom is running around half naked, probably waiting to jack me off in the shower again. Un-fucking-believable!

Too horny to be scared I found myself in a Tesla with a 6'4" stranger, headed to his penthouse in the most expensive and private part of LA. My mom would kick up a fuss if she could see this, and my dad. Oh the poor man would definitely faint if he heard that his princess was out without a bodyguard. “Are you okay? You look nervous?” My tall tattooed stranger asked as he glanced at me, alternating his attention between me and the road.

BECK- PRESENT When was the last time you saw a grown man cry? I don't cry because it is unsightly and makes me feel emasculated. But seeing Beth hooked to life support breaks me in ways I didn't think possible. It brings back memories of my childhood and my mother’s accident. That feeling of waiting helplessly for a miracle can be overwhelming. In my mother’s case, she had been rushing home to watch a recital of my latest hobby when she got into the accident. In this case, Beth had been running away from me.

How much she cried to her father to save her mom but he simply walked away saying it was useless to spend on a person who was already meant to die. Anna could not do anything for her mother. All she did to embrace her tightly and see her suffering. Then one day her mom was released from the pain. She died in Anna's hand smiling weakly at her. Anna begged everyone hugging her mom's cold body to save her but nothing worked that day. She was standing alone to say farewell to her mother. Her dad was busy with his conference. A tear fell on the cheek making Anna come to reality. Anna wiped away when the taxi stopped.

I followed him downstairs. “Then why did Jennifer call her parents and cause an uproar?” I shrugged. “That girl is a dramatic bitch. I don’t know why you keep insisting that I be with her.” “Your Highness, I think you should listen to Cameron,” I heard my mom say while seated, poised and elegant like a Chinese figurine. Her raven black hair was pulled back and secured at the crown with a golden comb. Mom had a flawless complexion, thanks to years of rigorous skincare routines, collagen shots, and medication, her skin shone like alabaster.

Damien turned away without another word, striding purposefully through the banquet hall. His assistant, Jordan Lane, approached, holding out a tablet. "Sir, I've gathered some information on the woman from the lounge. Her name is Melissa Walker, twenty-six years old, recently joined BuzzFeed. Damien took the tablet, scanning the details briefly. Melissa's face stared back at him, igniting a spark of curiosity within him. He could sense there was more to her than met the eye. Leaning against the glass wall of the banquet hall, Damien glazed out into the night, lost in thought.

He turned toward me, eyes softening just enough to melt bone. "And the whole engagement drama with Darli—whatever his name is—" he shrugged dismissively. "I don’t care. That was a mere distraction while we finalized a case." Reporters murmured wildly. "To be clear," he finished, voice crisp, "Rennie Brooks is, and always has been, the biological mother of Diane Wolfe." He reached for my hand again—this time gently, like he was asking permission. "This is our truth," he said. "And we don’t need your approval to live it."

BOOK II- SUMMARY Caitriona Desire/ also known from this book II as Properly your Rookie Girl! (BW-BWM/ black woman, black /white man) Twenty-six years later, when the innocent dark-skinned Nigerian lady, Yemisi Owolabi accidentally barges into young commander Angelo Dellucci's blind date, she instantly becomes his romantic heart target. With not much effort, she is taken as his wife for a big reason but good days never last for long, after being prowled by Angelo because of his grandfather and his father, Yemi learns what life is really about and becomes a true proper lady.

She looked sixty but still had this youthful vibrancy around her that showed in the way she walked. Her grey and black hair was tucked into a neat bun, and her face showed a slight resemblance to that of a certain billionaire and my sons. Her brown eyes fell on me, and her large smile grew even bigger. “It’s so wonderful to meet the beautiful mother of these adorable little gentlemen.” She threw her arms around me and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, almost choking the life out of me. “I’m Isabelle Romero, but please call me Mamma.” ‘Sheep! It is Dante’s mom. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?’