“It’s very becoming on you.”Coming up behind her, he pulled her hair over to her left shoulder, baring her neck and the slightly red mark he’d... left there. “I hope I didn’t cause you any real pain? I have no clue what came over me.” He placed a soft kiss on the mark and this time she couldn’t contain the small moan that rushed past her lips.Chuckling against her skin, he whispered, “So, now I know you can at least make noise.”She smiled, nodding her head yes. At this point she couldn’t have. Who is this?”“I am Janna, one of the natives you were trying to subjugate. That didn’t work. We have the personnel of the Anglia and from Kingston. They are our captives. We have disarmed your ship not that you can locate anything to shoot. We are going to return your people to the cargo area marked, ‘six,’ and then will transfer you to your solar system. Do you understand?”“We understand what you are saying but that’s impossible.”“For you but not for us. We are, however, retaining Archibald. DiscreetTop92: My friend is a graphic designer, he’s currently designing the logo for my new startup. He’s gay too, and his body matches the description of yours from your profile (wink emoji) IIISo he did know! Maybe he knew all along and wanted to mess with me. I suddenly felt furious at him. He was the one who had been freezing me out of his life, and now he had the audacity to actually try and lead me on to become his I don’t know… bitch! Had our friendship ever meant anything to him?Then a. I picked through his email. I looked at his bank accounts. I tracked his travel with Brenda. But I haven’t really found out much about Bradley. I wondered who his next of kin was.I started with a quick online search and the first thing that popped up was the newspaper story that ran on Tuesday. It was a small article in the back of the paper saying that Federal agents had broken a software counterfeiting ring on Sunday. Two suspects were killed. One was Bradley Keane, 49, who was a partner in.