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DIRTY DESIRES AM I REALLY THE MISTRESS?
4:00 AM. From the darkened room only the source of moonlight lit the room, now set on the West horizon, Mort stays awake. The maiden in his arms slept soundly and deeply, now hugging him tightly. His eyes dawned on her perfectly sculpted face. He's been staring at her for hours. Every exquisite detail of her visage was now carved on his mind. He let his arm be her pillow. She snuggles. Lips slightly parted, her face still pressed against his wide chest and there Sumire cutely snoring.Thirty minutes have passed, and Mort decided to get up. Gently and slowly, he removed her arms enwrapped him. She slightly moaned so Mort gave her a pillow to embrace. After he manages to escape the maiden's tight embrace, Mort steals one last glance before closing the bedroom door. Wearing a black boxer with no upper garment, revealing his raw masculine chest, he went to the kitchen counter and started to get busy.Mort prepares a traditional breakfast for the maiden. A delicious art of buttermilk pancak
DIRTY DESIRES GIFT
A great pang gripped Sumire's heart. Her body went numb and her vision blurry. Her pair of midnight eyes bleed with pain. A series of orbs of tears dripped into her beautiful midnight eyes while her hand clutched her chest. She hid in a massive cylindric wall of the basement near her parked car. Sumire felt her heart break into tiny pieces and it left her huge damage inside. The maiden silently cried and she restrained herself from sobbing as she watched the approaching happy family walking in her direction.Sumire dramatically grips her chest. Her choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for quite some time. She stands hidden in there unmoving. "...hic...I won't wipe these bitter tears from my eyes and even in this way, it will obscure the reality that has slapped me." Sumire started chewing on her lower lip and her eyes welled up with tears, she was truly hurt. '...no words can describe how my feelings have been emotionally tortured....' she added. Tears continued to stream down her
DIRTY DESIRES YELENA
Look stiff and uncomfortable with his sister, Trevor was restless in his seat. He could hear his own heartbeat; he could even hear his nervous breaths. His uneasiness doubles when he hears Sumire's name and the gift from the lips of his older sister, Yelena."Why does it have to be her?"Jaw-clenched, Trevor asked making Yelena an eyebrow at him. The tall woman confidently crossed her legs, lowers her big sunglass and slide it down to her pointed nose, and flashed a smirk."Why not her?"Yelena asked, head slightly tilted on the side. Oozing much more power and authority than him, Trevor bent his head down after her. He couldn't meet his sister's sinister gaze."Do you like her?"Yelena asked in a cold tone when she couldn't get an answer from Trevor. Lips firmly closed, the young man heaves a deep sigh."No, but she's my friend and someone close to me. Sumire is more like a little sister to me."Trevor abruptly answers. The traces of good and sincerity can be seen in his eyes. Yelena
DIRTY DESIRES CALM BEFORE THE STORM
A deafening silence reigns inside the executive room of the MDA building. The moment was so tense that, when the tip of the gun pounded on the table, making a sound, they both jumped except for a man sitting majestically holding the gun and leaning his massive frame against the swivel chair, both legs were crossed beneath the table. His cold gaze was piercing and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.Klauss, Mischa, Laurel, and the twins, Leroy and Lyric sitting on the sofa were restless, fixed their eyes on the gun Mort was holding. They gasped whenever it was pointed at one of them and with just one click from it someone will surely die in instant. None of them attempted to talk to the Boss as they were overwhelmed with fear of the gun would fire at them."What is happening to him?" Mischa asked Klauss in almost a whisper who stood next to the girl's side without taking his eyes off the gun in his Boss's hand."....." Klauss remained unmoved and just shrug."Ask him." Mort's spoiled b
DIRTY DESIRES TARGET
The bright light of the horizon on the east carefully infiltrated the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved from afar. At 8 AM, the sun rose bright and fair. Morning dawned with low-hanging clouds. The gentle southerly wind swiped across the city with a myriad of people. Everywhere, there is vigor and vitality. Everything is pure and refreshing. She gazed at the city around her. The sun's rays peeked over the neighboring buildings. Sumire arrives at the building owned by Trevor in her fancy sports car.She park in the basement of the building where the co-actor was waiting patiently for her. Trevor gave her a warm and welcoming smile. The man himself opened the car's door for her. Looking simply expensive, Sumire emerges from the place wearing her oversized white T-shirt that length to her thighs revealing her long defined legs, a pair of shoes, big sunglasses, and a black mask. She was wearing a black cap that covered most of her head. The air was cool, gently stroking her f
DIRTY DESIRES SPECIAL DAY
The moon merges with the shimmering stars and consumes the night with a palpitating aura of magical enlightenment. Sitting next to the window, the maiden looking at the constellation of stars, can't help but stretch out her hand, facing the sky of the serene night. It seems to use the bright scorpion to tell a beautiful fairy tale. It perfectly matches her pair of midnight eyes twinkling in delight. She can't wait to have the precious thing in her hand she desires for a long time. Ever since the tall, paled woman arrived and met Yelena at the boutique, Sumire has noticed that Trevor is always out of his character. The man frequently delays if he answers her. He had a pale complexion and his hands were as cold as ice. He always gets jumpy every time she touches him and couldn't sit still. Even the blind person can feel the young man's fear of his older sister. Sumire couldn't understand why Trevor was terrified of his sister but she didn't bother to find out more, especially since Yelen
DIRTY DESIRES CANVAS OF DEATH
That very night, the first fall of snow, two private planes landed at different airports boarded the most powerful and wealthiest people on the entire globe. The world was raining fluffy silver snowflakes. It acts like an angel, fluttering down from the sky with such grace and elegance, and softly lands on the earth. The snow-covered people seem to have come to an elegant and quiet realm, and come to a crystal-clear fairytale world. The scent of snow gives a cool and soothing comfort. It sprinkled beauty everywhere.When Trevor, Sumire, and Yelena arrived at the airport, stepped out into a winter wonderland. Suddenly, the cold air stung her cheeks so Sumire pulled her scarf up closer to her face. From the distance was a silver limousine parked to take them to the hotel. Like a gentleman, Trevor holds the maiden's hand as he supports her sashayed down the plane they boarded. He even covered the maiden with his jacket to ease her shivering body from the cold. Sumire felt so peaceful to
DIRTY DESIRES HUNTING
They're frozen, rooted to their place. Hands fly to chests. They were deeply shocked to hear a large amount of money drawn by the mysterious lady in red. Series of mutters and whispers reign the place. All eyes cast upon the maiden who releases such a tremendous amount like nothing. Sumire's smize is full of confidence and complacent enough that no one would dare to challenge her. Her red lips lifted mighty high.The tanned man auctioneer looked in her direction and smirked. He once looked at the crowd again. "Who would dare to challenge for 1 billion from bidder 18? Anyone?" He asked, grinning from ear to ear.From the second floor of the auction hall, a white-haired man masked in black hoisted the placard. The male auctioneer, who is Narco looked up to their place. With his golden eyes beneath the mask, Sumire fails to recognize him. Narco immediately noticed the giant hunk in his black half-mask man looking at the maiden from below, both legs crossed while sitting in a kingly postur
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