p, he went into my room and stripped me of
it to soothe it. His eyes went to my neck when I realized that I straightened up and covered myself with the jacket he gave me. I think all the
et up. It's t
fuck is he into? Why play at this hour? It's prov
aking when I saw that he wasn't in the mood f
below. Now, that was breathtaking, but by looking at it, it makes my heart go wild f
way, "What a
ou know how I was; I was dumb and a little bit clumsy, so I wasn't
now that I had the remote in my ha
s written in every choice, so I just had to sit down and drank wine tha
r you like and see yo
sing 8. Then it was a slow spin at the first few seconds, and then it was spinning wildly like a rat on a
ique. His legs are not as bulky. It was long and with the right amount of muscles. That's why
phasis on the upper and lower body, making it a whole lot of a canvas. His
cute. Because this man is overall seductive, and he is the type to easily get everyone's attention just by standing there. It would be a hassl
my chin; his eyes are puzzled, "What a
n, I've only read them in novels." And that didn't make my heartbeat. It made me terrified
areful than
make your
answer, and stood up. "So what
a task; it
my eyes. Whateve
tune, and my eyes widened w
he? Who is he, this man beside me, or the man that I was accused of murdering? I'm confused there was
se to mine until the wheel stopped. An image of a teenage boy from my memories emerged from my mind. I shook that thought, and I was con
I know that I would feel his presence and remember it when I sleep. Why d
the plane and telling everyone that I am from the International Bureau of Affairs. And that I am suspecting everyone from having a
e is this? You really want me to embarrass myself? You
urself?" He leaned and spoke again, "You know that you are in no place to say no. You are bought for my own amusement, not for your
e ID that says that I am an agent from IBA. Do agents even let themselves known and show their own identi
is man was doing this to me. And if
them laid out pieces he gave me. I was forgetful, I admit. I couldn't even remember