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LauraI knew something was wrong the moment the group of teenage girls at table 13 started whispering and staring at me.At first, I thought I had something stuck in my teeth or maybe a stain on my shirt but then they called me over again, and this time just to ask if their hot chocolate was supposed to be brown.I stared at them, unimpressed. “It’s called hot chocolate for a reason,” I muttered under my breath as I walked away.“Hey, Peter!” I hissed, waving frantically for him to come over.He spotted me crouching behind the counter and laughed, clearly amused by my antics. Of course he was. He wasn’t the one being silently stalked by a bunch of teenagers.He squatted beside me, brows furrowed in concern. “You okay?”“No,” I whispered. “Can you please take table 13? They won’t stop staring at me, and it’s creeping me out.”He glanced over, then winced. “Oh… yeah, I see it now.”“Exactly!” I exhaled in frustration. “What’s their deal?”Peter smirked like he knew something I didn’t. “

LauraA soft hum left my lips as I stretched out on the bed, my limbs tangled in the silk sheets. A heavy weight pressed against my stomach, grounding me, possessing me even in sleep. I cracked one eye open, finding the source of that warmth. Adlan’s arm slung over my waist, holding me close as if he had no intention of letting me go.A lazy smile curled on my lips as I tilted my head, meeting his piercing gaze already locked onto me. His dark eyes burned with something indistinct yet deeply familiar like he was memorizing every inch of me in the morning light.“Not going to work today?” I murmured, my voice still laced with sleep.He sat up slightly, shaking his head, causing his tousled hair to fall in different directions. Sexy bastard. “No, but we can have breakfast together?”I pouted, loosening my grip on the sheets just enough for them to slip down, exposing one plump breast. His gaze dropped, his jaw tightening as he visibly struggled to look anywhere else.I smirked. “Stil

LauraAdlan’s voice was low and commanding, the rough edge of it sending shivers down my spine. “Now crawl. Get on the bed. Face down.”A small smile played on my lips as I looked up at him, my heartbeat pounding in anticipation. “You want me to crawl?”His fingers brushed against my jaw, his touch deceptively gentle despite the hunger burning in his eyes. “And I want to watch.”A breath hitched in my throat as I obeyed, sinking to my hands and knees. The heat of his gaze traced every inch of me as I moved past him, my body aching with anticipation. I climbed onto the bed, my palms pressing into the cool sheets, my back arching slightly as I positioned myself exactly how he wanted me.I could hear the rustle of fabric behind me, the sharp intake of his breath as he watched me spread my ass out before him. His large hands found my hips, his fingers kneading possessively. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “So perfect. So mine!”A shiver ran through me as his lips

LauraThe details were hazy, lost in a blur of heat and desperation, but somehow, we managed to leave the club and make it home. How we hadn’t crashed along the way would forever remain a mystery, especially with Adlan’s hand resting high on my thigh, his fingers drawing lazy circles that sent shivers through my entire body.The moment we stepped inside, I barely had a second to catch my breath before his lips crashed into mine, urgent and unrelenting. He tasted like whiskey and temptation, his hands possessive as they roamed over my body, pulling me closer, and anchoring me to him.We took the stairs, kissing while our tongues and teeth clashed. I drew back for air and mumbled, "Bedroom." His response was a hand tangled in my hair. His fingers pulled me, and I crashed back to him to slate our mouths together. His lips moved urgently against mine with need while his other hand found my ass, squeezing and pulling me roughly against him.My hand traced his jawline, feeling the stubble

Laura Adlan agreed without hesitation, and soon we were dressed and on our way. My heart pounded with anticipation, not just for the night ahead but for the truth I hoped to uncover. The club was unlike anything I had ever seen. The parking lot alone screamed luxury, with cars so expensive they could buy out my entire apartment building. The valets were dressed in sleek black suits, moving with an efficiency that suggested their tips alone could pay my rent for a year and this was where Adlan had believed I belonged? That I had waltzed into this world without missing a step? The thought was almost laughable. I smoothed my midnight-blue dress—a shimmering fabric that clung to my curves, the hem barely skimming past my ass. Adlan had tried giving me his jacket before we left, but I refused. I liked the way his eyes darkened every time I moved. The door opened, and a strong hand reached out. I placed mine in it and stepped out, offering Adlan a soft smile. I loved how he always behav

LauraI was in the kitchen when I heard the front door open. My heart leaped, expecting to see Adlan, but instead, a tiny old woman stood in the doorway, clutching a handbag that was half her size.I hesitated for a second before recognition set in. “Hello… Sorry, I didn’t get your name last time.”The last time she was here, I had been too nervous waiting for Adlan to return that I holed myself up in his room, hoping I didn’t come across as rude.But judging by the sharp glint in her eyes, she didn’t seem like someone who cared whether I knew her name or not. She carried herself with an air of authority, completely at home in the space.Without answering me, she strode inside with confidence, heading straight for the kitchen like she had been here a thousand times before.“I’m Mrs. Carlos,” she finally said, her thick Spanish accent curling around her words. “Lanny must have been too busy that night to mention me, hmm?”I blinked. “Lanny?”She turned, raising a brow at my confusion.