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Josephine RA-4. The code was burned into my brain by now. I repeated it silently with every step I took down the hospitalâs lower west wing. This part of the building hadnât been in use for years, they said. Renovations delayed, old wiring, or mold. Whatever excuse administration had offered, it had to keep people away. My heart raced as I walked towards the storage room with the old worn out sign of âRA-4â at the top. Taking a deep breath, I swiped my hospital ID. The door opened with a mechanical hiss, a gust of cold, antiseptic air hitting me like a wall. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. From where I stood, just a few feet away from was a red line in front of the main centre of the storage room, indicating that it was sterile. The place was prepped already. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, over stainless steel counters and thick plastic curtains that covered one half of the room. Everything had been cleaned to perfection, equipped for the chilling
Sasha Itâs been way too long. A full day since my night with Josephine at that fundraiser dinner and way too long Iâve been away from her. I had arranged for Oma to swoop in for a surveillance check, and the only way she could do that was if I could get Josephine out of the apartment. What other means except for the stupid fundraiser that I could care less off... My skin itched to be near her, or even watch her through the surveillance around her apartment, but Iâve been bombarded with work on the shipments going into Mexico. I lit a cigarette the moment I stepped out of the building, letting the cold night air slap the sweat off my skin. Omaâs text had snapped me back into reality from my cherished moment with Josephine. She wouldnât have contacted me unless it was serious. By the time I made it to the private warehouse, she was already there, leaning against the hood of her matte black Jeep, legs crossed, her hair now in two buns and the piercings on her face gl
Josephine âWhew!....you mustâve had the time of your life with a freaking vampire.â Evelyn exclaims with wide eyes. My cheeks reddened in embarrassment, internally cursing the gentle breeze that swept a little but of my hair away. I run my hands through my hair, using it cover the hickey on my cleavage. âHeâs not a vampire....â I grumbled. Evelyn leans forward, munching on her juicy breakfast sandwich with beaming eyes of gossip. She swallows. âDamn...is this a new guy or your Russian situationship is back on?â I roll my eyes, resisting the urge to smile while stirring cup of tea. âIts not a new guy....its Sasha.â Evelyn smirks impressively, like she was proud of the hickeys I have. âIâm happy you settled whatever was going on with you guys.â Sipping the tea, I nod into the cup. After the unsettling realization that Katya might be morphing into me, it left a bitter taste in my mouth to think that sheâs Sashaâs ex. Is it normal to be roommates with your boyfriendâs e
Josephine âIâll drop you off at your place tonight, Kratoska.â Sasha murmurs. My brows furrow into a frown, watching as he opens the passengerâs door for me to slip through. Deep down, I had hoped weâd spent more time together at his place. I tried not to look so disappointed as he rounds the car, slipping through the driverâs seat. âI thought weâd spend more time together?â His eyes snaps to mine and my cheeks warm slightly. âSomething urgent came up,â he says, his voice gentler now, with a sharp edge of command. âI wouldnât leave you if I had a choice.â I nod, biting the inside of my cheek, refusing to let the disappointment show. The ride is quiet, the air thick but comfortable. His hand remains clenched on the wheel, his jaw tight. I steal glances at him and remembered our little session in the bathroom. I squeezed my thighs, swallowing thickly. The car rolls into a slow stop as he parks right across the street from my apartment. He steps out first while I pat
*SMUT CHAPTER!*Sasha This woman was going to drive me insane. âYouâre not wearing any panties.â I rasp, trembling to control the wild hunger that burned in my veins. Josephine letâs out a sharp gasp, morphing into a soft moan as my hand slithers down from her plush ass to press on her very bare and sobbing cunt. Fuck.... My cock twitched, straining in my slacks to be set free and used. I had promised myself to behave tonight and not lose control around Josephine, but seeing her in this dress was already too much of temptation. She inhales sharply. âT-the dress is thin, I didnât...Hngh!...I didnât want the outline of panties to show. So she has been prancing around, totally naked beneath this thin dress that looked like it was hanging on by a thread. My jaws clench, sliding my fingers through her moist slit. âUnghh..Sasha...â Her legs trembled, and she clutched onto my shoulder as I dipped my head to llitter hickeys on her neck. My cock twitched as she began rockin
Josephine Katya glided through the crowd with focused eyes on Sasha while he averts his gaze, picking up two glasses of champagne to hand me one. I swallowed, mumbling a small âthank you.â âJosephine.â The sickly sweet voice of Katya called out. Taking a deep breath, I smiled stiffly. âKatya, wow, what a surprise to see you.â She giggles, running her hand through her now dirty blonde hair. âItâs also a surprise to see you too." Her eyes drift to Sasha. âEspecially with someone I know..â she giggles. Sasha clenched his jaw, snapping his hard gaze to Katya. A gaze that doesnât hide the evident annoyance on his face. âKatya.â He regards. I watch as her eyes brighten. âYou two know each other?â Katya nods, smirking slightly. âWe go way back....you could say we were each otherâs first love.â My eyes widened a bit, heart thundering from this new information that I wouldnât have guessed in my wildest dreams.... Katya gasps, placing her hand over her mouth with wide car