K&L Club, Room 18.
The floor was a chaotic mix of clothing—both men's and women's—scattered haphazardly, remnants of a wild night. On the bed, Lilith lay sprawled out, her skin glowing in the dim light, completely naked beside a man who was old enough to be her father.
The high-pitched ringing of a phone sliced through the haze of the room, pulling Lilith from her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open, and she glanced at the man beside her, still lost in sleep. With a sigh, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and let go of the blanket. Her sexy naked figure into view as she reached for the phone, squinting at the screen. It was Freya, video calling her.
Lilith accepted the call, and Freya's face popped up on the screen. She took in Lilith's naked figure without a hint of surprise, a smirk playing on her lips. "Seems like you're having a great time, bitch," she teased, her tone playful yet sharp.
Lilith tossed her hair over her shoulder, revealing hickeys that painted her skin like badges of a wild night. "Since you can see that, your fucked-up brain should tell you to get straight to the point," she shot back, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
"Fine. Can you lend me K tomorrow?" Freya asked, her expression shifting to one of mischief.
"Okay, why?" Lilith replied, raising an eyebrow, curiosity piqued.
"Just wait and see. All I need from you is to borrow me K," Freya said, her grin widening.
"Alright. Just be careful; you know K can be ruthless," Lilith warned, a hint of concern creeping into her voice.
"Yeah, I know. That's exactly why I need him. Bring him to school tomorrow," Freya said, her eyes sparkling with a wicked excitement.
"Okay," Lilith replied, a mix of intrigue and apprehension swirling within her.
"Good night. Now get back to work, bitch," Freya said, her tone light as she ended the call.
Lilith dropped her phone onto the bed, feeling a warm presence wrap around her from behind. She turned to see the man, his eyes still heavy with sleep, and a smile crept onto her face. "Did I wake you up?" she asked, her voice soft and teasing.
He kissed her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. "Let's continue," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.
Lilith turned to face him, her voice dripping with seduction. "That means an increase in price," she said, a playful glint in her eyes.
"Money isn't my problem," he replied as he kissed her neck and his cold hand caressed her naked body.
With a smirk, Lilith leaned in, capturing his lips in a professional manner with hers ,in a passionate kiss , the world around them fading away as they lost themselves in the moment.
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Aurora slowly looked up at Kieran, and she let out a sigh of relief, as she noticed him still cradling his head in pain. He seemed lost, his eyes unfocused, as if he were trapped in a world of his own torment.
With a steady hand, she picked up the bottle from the drawer, examining it closely. It was a transparent container filled with white pills, devoid of any label. A frown creased her brow as she pondered the implications. Why would a drug have no label? It felt wrong, unsettling.
As she continued to study the bottle, a sharp yelp escaped Kieran's lips, pulling her attention back to him. He was still hunched over, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead, his usually vibrant demeanor replaced by a shadow of distress. The contrast was jarring; the lively Boo-boo that everyone adored was nowhere to be seen.
She returned the bottle to the drawer, her mind racing with thoughts. She took a long stride to the couch and sank into its cushions, her gaze fixed on Kieran. Hours had passed as she watched him, and a conclusion began to form in her mind. He was suffering from insomnia, and the root of his pain seemed to be tied to his mother.
There was a deeper story here, one that she felt compelled to uncover. She knew that whatever was going on, it was more than just sleepless nights. Aurora's resolve hardened; There was more to this mystery, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it.
She gave him one last look before walking to the window and climbing out of it.
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**Mie's Villa,
Sitting room. "
The sitting room was lavishly decorated with vibrant pink and the walls were paintings of Kieran. A woman sat comfortably, draped in a vibrant pink ensemble that matched the decor around her. In her lap rested a two-foot-tall statue of Kieran, meticulously crafted to capture his likeness, complete with his signature pink eyes. She cradled the statue as if it were a precious jewel, her voice dripping with obsession as she murmured, "Mine."
"Good morning, Mommy!" Freya's cheerful voice rang out, breaking the trance.
Rose Mie looked up, her expression shifting from reverie to warmth. "Morning, dear," she replied, her voice smooth and inviting, yet tinged with an undercurrent of intensity.
Freya settled on the couch with a posh sound.
" Mom, there's a girl getting too close to Boo-boo," she said, her tone laced with irritation.
Rose's eyes narrowed, a flicker of madness igniting within them. "Who?" she demanded, her voice sharp, the protective instinct of a mother morphing into something darker.
Freya waved her hand dismissively, a smirk playing on her lips. "You don't have to worry. I'm planning on dealing with her tomorrow."
"Okay," Rose replied, her voice softening but still holding an edge of possessiveness.
"He can only be ours," Rose continued, her gaze drifting back to the statue. "Anyone who gets close to him should be dealt with mercilessly." She leaned down, pressing a kiss to the statue's pink eyes, her own eyes gleaming with a wild obsession that sent a shiver down Freya's spine.
Freya watched her mother, a mix of admiration and unease swirling within her. "You really love him, don't you?" she asked, half-teasing, half-serious.
Rose straightened, her expression shifting to one of fierce determination. "Love? This is beyond love, Freya. This is destiny. He belongs to us, and I won't let anyone take him away."
She leaned in again and kissed the statue's pink eyes.