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RECKLESS DESIRES:THE ODEN LEGACY

RECKLESS DESIRES:THE ODEN LEGACY

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Chapter 1 Amiriam

Word Count: 1270    |    Released on: 12/04/2025

put a model name to it for the life of her. Her favorite six-year-old squirmed in the back seat, reminding her. Looking in the rearvi

truly was the greatest job in the world. He had a sticky mop of dark, curly hair on his he

ned his seat belt and scooted over toward the

, but she kept quiet. It made no difference how many times she instructed the boy to listen to her; if he did

ched for the keys that would open his front door

er was home. Well, half-brother if they needed to get all technical. She didn't know much about enigmatic Luke Oden other than the fact that he and his little brother shared the same dimples-

and black marble tiles comprised the floor, and fresh-burning bleach permeate

t it on sale because the douche Amiriam wouldn't

ar, and her shoulders sagged. It was

mm

cheeks, Amiriam discovered it to be as hot as Ha

the

seemed that she got to have a ha

e foyer. Having heard it, she peeked into the dining room to find it empty before venturing farther toward the middle of the house. The family ro

ix-year-old fingers was a crimson, lacy bra, and

e delicate stuff from him and

t?" she snarled, the face growing f

s that.?" Now his face

nto James's chest. "It's nothing. Here. Take this, stay in here, and play so

finish before he opened her phone and dove into

Amiriam strode towards the rap music like a woman o

ith the stifling heat that seeped out of a

probably should, she walked towards the ho

ir exposed position. Mr. Jerk was lounging in the hot tub and Ms. Lacy Bra was sitting on top of him-topless. His inked arms drifted up and down her spi

had enough guts to hang on and yell

und in surprise before leanin

ave shattered glass when she s

his voice tinged with boredom before t

music is so loud I'm surprised the cops aren't at the front door breaking it down for disturbing the peace, and don't even get me started on the profanity blaring louder than a foghorn. Do you think it's appropriate for

dollars right now that the guy doesn't even know your name. Yet, here you sit, straddling the guy and yelling like he's

e'd finished her little oration to discover

lse, Nanny?

rled it at his head. Bimbo shrieked as the lightweight material whizzed

d dark as he utte

ime, I

door behind her. Her blood was pounding as she leaned a

e him. I hate him

ight?" James aske

ritted out.

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