He juggled three emails simultaneously, each one a carefully crafted piece of his sick and demented plan of blackmail. The thought of it made her stomach churn, but the alternative was unthinkable. Kassie sighed. “It’s not for your benefit, that’s for sure,” Kassie sneered, her voice filled with the kind of malice that could make a saint weep. But she had to do it. Meanwhile, at the gym where Amanda shot her workout videos, she was trying to keep her cool and collected composure while her mind was racing like a Formula 1 car. Her fine lengthy, platinum blonde hair was swept back into a high ponytail, the ends brushing against her strong shoulders. Meanwhile, at the gym where Amanda shot her workout videos, she was trying to keep her cool and collected composure while her mind was racing like a Formula 1 car. His mere presence made Amanda’s skin crawl. She allowed James’s grubby hands to continue their exploration, his fingertips sliding under her waistband, teasing the edge of her panties. “No, you moron,” Kassie ordered, her voice dripping with the kind of pure disdain that she kept reserved for the lowest of the low. “But, why?” Wu stuttered, his voice squeaking. Wu, on the other hand, he had legs that seemed to have been borrowed from a much shorter person.
