Beneath the Facade (GXG)

Beneath the Facade (GXG)

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Yasmin Malik is a woman with many sides, and no one is privy to all of them. But a well-kept secret, a lovely memory that she only takes out occasionally or dreams about to breathe better, has suddenly walked back into her life. This time, has her ex-husband caused her another problem, or has he for once, by mistake, brought back the one person she truly cared about into her life. Luciana Rivera was forced to travel from Miami to New York to take care of a problem when she found out who it involved. She could not put a finger on what she wanted more, resolving the issue and returning before anyone got any ideas or lingering so that she could get the attention of a certain woman who had evaded her all those years ago. She is still running, but Luciana has gotten better at keeping those she wants around.
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"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

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