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Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance
I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.“Welcome to adulthood!” Dina was practically screaming to make herself audible to her friends amidst the loud beat of the music in the bar they were in.
“Yeah! Let’s rock the world!” Marlyn, or Marlon, the gay in the group, raised his mug of beer for a toast that everyone clinked mugs with.
“I am going to get drunk and get laid tonight,” Lexy, the only virgin in the group, daringly proclaimed.
“Ohhhh hohohoh, I am looking forward to that, baby,” Jake, the playboy in the class, quickly responded.
“You don’t have to bother because I am not going to pick such a clueless boy like you”, Lexy turned him down right away. Rudely to be taken, but Jake didn’t mind. He is used to her sassy attitude. That is one thing about Lexy, she doesn’t flirt, not to him or not to anyone he has seen her do so. She is not the kind of girl that gets swept on her feet when a guy approaches her with silly punch lines or something Jake is so talented to hook with girls. But she isn’t annoying either, she is just honest, confident, and Jake respects that in her.
“Cheers, babe!” Dina raised her beer mug to clink with Lexy again. “Guys, let’s help this virgin find whatever she is looking for tonight.”
“Yeah, what are your preferences?” Asked Kiara with a naughty wink.
“I am after someone mature, who won’t be a one pump-chump, and leave me hanging,” Lexy rolled her eyes as she flirtatiously stated.
Her words earned a loud roar from her friends. They exchanged high-fives as they burst out in merry laughter.
“How are you gonna find such a man, when you haven’t even been with anyone?” Teased Jake. “I can give you a little warm-up if you want, for friendship’s sake, I will sacrifice my body and lend my services to you.”
Lexy feigned retching at Jake’s words. The others in their group joined Lexy pretend to retch and the laughter roared again.
“I am sure with this crowd, I will find someone that will make my knees weak with his stares alone. A man with a captivating aura, animalistic bearing, and burning desire to take me, but not before worshiping my beauty,” Lexy smirked with exceeding confidence. She was starting to feel bold. Her confidence was hitting the roof and she herself was a bit astounded, but she could not deny the feeling.
“Good hunting, my friend!” Kenneth, her schoolmate ever since grade school cheered for Lexy.
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WILD EROTIC ADVENTURES
Sex is delicious. No one in their perverted mind will claim otherwise. So when a chance for a too good to be a true moment of one's life knocks at its door or when what happened a while ago was something you would never think it would have happened, some people grab these chances, while some regret it for a lifetime not indulging. A one-night stand or a quickie with a consenting individual is an easy fix./0/24376/coverorgin.jpg?v=3f497235f479a0ec0f3a7814882e0eb0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
