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"Do it, Leo," Valery moaned, bending backwards to show she meant it. Derrick devoured her lips in return but slowly backed away and said, "I'm not done with the massage." He chuckles at the frown on Valery's face as he forces her back down to knead her muscles like dough. "It's time for your front." "Umm..." Valery suddenly remembered that her chest was bare. "Don't tell me you're shy. You were practically telling me to fuck you five minutes ago." "Did you have to put it that way?" Valery died of shame. She covered her face as she turned, refusing to look at the naughty masseuse. "Don't worry, we'll blame it on the red wine," said Derrick. It was all fun and games until he emptied a quarter of the small bottle on her chest. The fragrance was not overpowering, yet it fed her nose pleasantly. She could almost taste the almond extract as Derrick smeared it all over. The masseuse slowed his pace each time his thick palms crossed her breasts. Derrick fondled them intentionally, pin
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The world was a stage, and at that moment, she was standing face to face with her biggest fear. Valery shuffled to the back, clutching hard at her phone. Her eyes were frozen on the man in the bed, swaying his head at the older woman. She backs up slowly, hoping to retreat in peace. "Valery?" Hecate Wood squinted at the figure behind the professionals. "Are you not Valery Benson?" The woman affirmed loudly. The rest of the people inside turned to that effect. Valery had to come forth and face them. "Do you know each other?" The Director seemed impressed. He could not stop smiling. "..." Valery lost her tongue as she glanced at Mother and Son. Son, most especially, stared at her like a blank wall. "What a small world we live in." Hecate brightened at the lovely surprise. "My son here attended the same high school as Miss Benson. They were very close back in the day." "Oh, then you'll be happy to know she is one of the specialists taking your case." "Ahh, then I won't have to b
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Margret walked out of the kitchen with a hot mug in hand. She cautiously sits on the floor and hands the cup to Valery. The latter was snivelling, trying to dry her eyes.Valery: "I wish I could put this baggage down."Margret: "I know."Valery: "I'm tired of being afraid and helpless."Margret: "Do you want to try therapy? Valery, you never really got over the trauma of losing Riley. That is the explanation I can think of. You should be happy to see Ryan, not hide like a hedgehog."Valery: "Haa, you don't understand, Marge."Margret: "Then make me understand. Is it because they are identical? Is there something else you're not telling me?"Violet: "Derrick..."Margret: "Ugh! What about him?"Valery: "I swore to never get back together with Derrick, remember?"Margret: "So what? Ryan is not Riley Valery; you owe nobody an explanation for your choices. Or are you going to dump Duncan because of this?"Valery: "No. Derrick has been nothing but good to me. He cares about me, and I care a
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"We should head out. I'll help you." Valery pulled her hand back, carefully lifting Ryan by the shoulders."I said let’s dump that stupid chair. I can walk." Ryan’s brows furrowed as Valery brought up the wheelchair. She had no choice but to listen, though she nearly regretted it when he stumbled. Fortunately, some nearby strangers stepped in to help."Thank you, I can take it from here," Ryan said politely as he steadied himself."A park, huh? The sunlight is blinding," Ryan remarked, taking a deep breath. "No harsh detergents or repugnant medicine. The air is fresh, and the grass is as green as it gets. No beeping machines or footsteps echoing down those eerie corridors. I could get used to this.""I can imagine how hard it’s been," Valery said."You might think you understand, given your profession, but the pain... it’s beyond what your brilliant, feeble mind could ever process." Ryan’s voice was edged with bitterness.A small smile touched Valery's lips. Ryan had no obligation to
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"Do it, Leo," Valery moaned, bending backwards to show she meant it. Derrick devoured her lips in return but slowly backed away and said, "I'm not done with the massage." He chuckles at the frown on Valery's face as he forces her back down to knead her muscles like dough. "It's time for your front." "Umm..." Valery suddenly remembered that her chest was bare. "Don't tell me you're shy. You were practically telling me to fuck you five minutes ago." "Did you have to put it that way?" Valery died of shame. She covered her face as she turned, refusing to look at the naughty masseuse. "Don't worry, we'll blame it on the red wine," said Derrick. It was all fun and games until he emptied a quarter of the small bottle on her chest. The fragrance was not overpowering, yet it fed her nose pleasantly. She could almost taste the almond extract as Derrick smeared it all over. The masseuse slowed his pace each time his thick palms crossed her breasts. Derrick fondled them intentionally, pin
