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I tiptoed slowly, to check if he was in, or maybe I was the one imagining such a noise. I peered in. The room was empty, the sheets lay scruffy. Then footsteps echoed softly, I turned, and it was one of the maids. She held a mopstick and a bucket. She greeted me calmly and said Gabriel was downstairs when I asked. I nodded, returning her warm smile, even though mine wobbled. My head still banged, I followed the directions of the noise and walked till I found myself at the front of the house. My eyes fell on him. Williams Banks. The man who commands the city. The one who was the stock's favorite. The one whom Gabriel had called his Ferrari stupid. The award-magnet!

Or me bent over, his thick cock slamming deep, him growling about how he always wins. The officiant smiled big. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. And to the new family, congratulations!” Everyone cheered loudly. Claps and whistles filled the tent. Mom and Marcus kissed deep, happy as hell. Ryan turned his head, that challenging smirk locked on me full force. His eyes dropped to my crotch for a split second, noticing the bulge I couldn’t hide. “Smile for the camera, stepbro,” he said, voice low and rough. “We’re family now. This is gonna be fun.”

The man peered outside to look for master. Master? Who on earth was called master? In this day and age? “He’ll be here shortly.” The man nodded and ushered us to a well lit table, almost at the center where music was medium. I looked at the faces seated at the table. These people most likely shat gold. I held back a snicker. He held us a menu and Josh told him to return in a few minutes. “Who’s master?” I took a sip of my water. “Kol.” I coughed up my water as it went down the wrong pipe. Josh gave me a sly look and handed me a serviette.

GOD "Oh my God!" the girl’s mother shrieked, her face as red as a tomato, glaring at her husband. "Peter! You forgot to close the door again, didn’t you?! I told you to check." Zazu and I exchanged glances, our hands clamped over our mouths to keep from laughing hysterically. We were barely holding it together. Zazu’s eyes were watering, and I was almost doubling over in silent fits of laughter. It was too much.

Maureen, Chris’s mother said. “It’s okay, we already consider Chris as part of the family and my granddaughter is very happy to hear this news, it seems like they’ve been waiting for it for a long time so she’s very excited to have breakfast this time,” Gwen said while Tris and Chris just looked at each other with smiles on their faces. Chris’s father, John didn’t look so happy, his face looked gloomy, he didn’t even say anything and immediately went home after breakfast ended. He went home with Maureen, but not with Chris.

The tall guy turns around as she walks in and greets her with a big smile on his face. “Hey Sook-Ja," Sook-Ja smiles and greets him back. "Mr. Gwan is in a bad mood." The man tells her. Sook-Ja nods and they both walk into the elevators. They both stand in silence for what feels like hours before the elevator arrives at their floor. They both step out of it and walk down the hall. As they reach Mr. Gwan's office, they stop right in front of the door. "I hope he will not shout," Sook-Ja says before going inside to see Mr. Gwan.

Dhea could only grumble in her heart but still, obey her boss. When she got outside, she was amazed at Hannan who was standing outside the car with his arms folded across his chest. That man leaned against the door of his Jeep Wrangler Rubicon with his glasses still on. "Hello, Dhea's friend, huh? I'm Maha, Dhea's boss,” said Prana while extending his right hand to Hannan, who was greeted without a word. "Take care of Dhea, okay? “She lives alone. If there's anything, you can call my office."

“Excuse me.” A deep, smooth voice cut me off like silk sliding across skin. I turned. And there he was. Mr. Garcia. Dressed in a dark blue blazer and black slacks, sunglasses. His phone in one hand while the other was fixed in his pocket, standing there like he’d walked straight out of a magazine. My heart leapt to my throat. “Y-You’re here?” His eyes settled on my mother with polite respect as he stepped forward. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Williams. I hope everything went smoothly.”

We took the elevator to the fifth floor where I assumed his studio would be, and when we arrived, the bouncer opened the door for me, and I walked inside elegantly. "Mr. Hughes. I'm glad you made it. I was scared you wouldn't come over," Mr. Clement, a man in his late fifties smiled at me as he extended his hand for a handshake, and I took it. "I don't go back on my words," I said to him bluntly, and he nodded with a smile on his face. "Is that not Mr. Connor Hughes? The famous model and CEO," "Wow! He's so cute,"

I knocked on the door and a maid came to open door. "Please come in" she said and we entered. The Richard's Mansion "Why are you guys here? Who the fuck let you in?" Mr Richards yelled. "We just want to talk," Mrs Luna said. He has always respected Mrs Luna and whatever she said. "Please sit down," Mr Richards said. "Baby, Xander, Molly, Genna please come downstairs" Mr Richards screamed and sat down on a couch. After some minutes, they all came downstairs surprised to see the Luna's.