The Rejected mate and her twins: Bound to the billionaire Alpha

Some ladies were dancing with men, while others were

d having fun without caring about the hearsay of other peo

ith this?" Dora whispe

ked a smile,

ike to take?" her arms folded g

y lips biting into my lower lip as I hesitat

asks, "Would you like to ta

Dora close, whispering, "When do I get to meet the man?" But b

glances at the screen, and mo

ng in place as the butterflies in my stomach

s, Dora hung up and heaved a sigh of reli

?" I ask, my mou

I can't seem to shake. Dora notices and off

come to room 002 to

ints upstairs, "You'll go up, and the second door on y

But then, I snap them open again as I hear a voice behind me, speaking to Dora. My he

man in the bartender's unif

es a charming smile, and I

and I nod in understanding. She turns to the young man,

s me in his hands. I feel a surge of nervousness as B

moment, unsure of

I finally

ll make me bold enough to

did not get a response, he left for the b

table. He helped me to open it, pour

own the drink in one gulp, feel

feel myself getting drunk. I stand up, my legs wobbly benea

I force a laugh, trying to play it off, and nod, brushing his hands off my sho

a long hallway with doors on eit

r numbers, My blurry eyes focused on the door in fron

etween my fingers. My mind races, trying to grasp the fleeting memory, but it's no use. With a

senses struggling to keep up. "Close enough, right?" my hazy b

er vision blurred

umes it's the customer I'm here to meet. With a brazen smile, I slur my words,

to the mattress, my seductive gaze fixed on the man. He looks taken aback, his eyes wide wit

reaction, too focused on the spinn

reaction, too focused on the spinn

ing at me like a starving man eyeing a feast. "Are you sure

have to give me cash," as I throw my head back, my throat parched. I need to ge

f the bundles of money scattered before me. My mind struggles to comprehend the amou

urring at the edges. The man's words, "Done!" echo in my ears, but my f

wetting his lips, looking like a handsome devil from a mag

him, even though this was my first time. The man stood in

my lips to welcome his sweet tongue.

g the hook of my bra, and I couldn'

voice laden with desires, freeing

upped my boobs in his w

as desires surged through my entire

er," I thought as the man t

me. Now my temple is in view,

lit room, under the watchful gaze of the

me. His body responds to mine with an intensity that's unfamiliar, and I see a flicker

nge sense of unity, as if heaven itself is rejoicing at our union. But I'm lost in my