t forgot, you're a doctor yourself. You really should get this treated! Hey, check this out. Brett drew this portrait of me. He said that in his eyes, I'm as pure as a goddess. I asked him why h

utspoken,

an actress, just couldn't rein in h

my bestie, is the editor-in-chief of New Entertainment Weekly. If you want to grab a headline or something, it'll be a piece of cake for her. Especially when it comes to the kind o

face turned p

the portrait you drew for me, and then she threatened to spill the beans on me.Although I'm just a

ect the fetus with all this crying! Don't worry. Once I inherit the family fortun

nto a wide smile, while Brett s

get me out of your mind, but I don't have any feelings

out of sheer disbelief. Where

o waste time arguing wi

cared about was Mo

s's constant antics and my ex-husband's extreme narcissism until I

e earth without a trace. There was no news about him at all, an

, as if I had been

night was just a

the suburbs to take part in a training mission

ise, I saw

ich was a team composed of amateur volunteers and h

olved in over a dozen crucial rescue missi

was laden with numerous honors and was

e process, Jesse behaved just like a complete stranger, not even casting a glance in my direction. My he

odies. They act like Casanovas when they take their pants off, but

ent to the locker room

ert, I quickly turned my head to look, and in the next second, I

my head and looked into his deep, bottomless eyes. In them, a glimmer of dark desire was flickering,