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Dirty Little Heart Disclose.
“Where did you get that?” I ask as I look at Ethan while I stand there, trying to figure out the situation.“Oh, so you’re going to point a gun at my head, huh? Well, I guess I might die a dramatic death,” Says Roger, taunting Ethan.“Well, it’s not gonna be me, Says Ethan while he looks at me.”It was surreal. Everything I wanted was in front of me. I wanted Roger out of the picture and Ethan made it possible to fulfil it. I had every opportunity to do what he did to me. To make him realise the true meaning of the torture he inflicted on me.Ethan lowers the gun and hides it at the back of his waist.“Pulling the trigger would only do you a blessing you don’t deserve. States Ethan.”“So, what’re you going to do? Huh? Ask Roger. I could see he was getting frustrated.”“Well, it’s not up to me, is it?”Ethan moves back a few steps, allowing me to do anything I wanted to do. I move towards Roger, who’s cautiously progressing with every move I take. But he couldn’t do anything. His hands
Dirty Little Heart The CEO And The Thief.
My eyes flutter as I try to wake up. I looked around and see that I was in a whole unfamiliar room. Suddenly I feel something on me. I look down as I realize I'm wearing a plain black shirt, which I know isn’t mine.I panic a little as I try to remember what the fuck happened yesterday and how am I not at home.My phone rings and I search for it. I find it beneath the pillow and I swipe my lock screen.I see that I have 15 new messages and 24 missed calls from Nat. She is going to kill me.Eventually, I hear noises from outside. I get up and go to a search party. Walking into the hallway seemed as if I was in a serial killer movie, shooting a scene. I see a lot of rooms as I go across the end of the hall. As I move, I follow the sounds which lead me to... well, of course, Ethan’s room.He was facing the window, still in his towel wrapped around his waist. He seems to get ready for a bath. The sunlight was perfectly reflecting his skin. I realise that I’m looking at my boss thinking di
Dirty Little Heart Who's With The Boss?
I stay in that position for several minutes, trying to adjust to the size and the bulkiness. I felt myself dripping as if there was a water pipe inside me. Ethan didn’t stop bumping, smashing, and spanking my ass, making it cherry red.He lies on my back, grabbing my chin and lifting it up.“I see someone’s quiet now. Don’t you want more of this, Ms May?”“Oh, you’ve got the permission to do anything, Mr Cooper, do as you please.”Again, he spins me in a split second and, not wasting time, grabbing a hold of my legs, stretching them.“You wanted a piece of me, right? Here is it.”Ethan moves down, holding my legs up for me just like a gentleman as he is. He slides his tongue on my thigh to the area in between them, making me shiver. Ethan was well familiar with the G-spots, hitting them each time he went in. He knew how to work his way into it. He wanders his tongue all the way from my hole to my devil’s doorbell. Tasting all of it in one go.He does this again and again, and again ti
Dirty Little Heart Where's Nat?
“All right. He’s on his way to the Asylum. Says Ethan.”“Do you think they can keep him there till he gets better?”“They will.”I stay silent, processing the situation and my decision to send him to a mental asylum. I sit back and go into deep thought.“You made the right decision, Ms May. No prison would have kept him sane. Forcing him into court hearings and making him spend the rest of his life behind bars wouldn’t do him good. And I’ve talked to one doctor. A certified and well-experienced psychiatrist will examine his mind before further processing. They too have to be sure that he, in fact, is just mentally unstable or if he’s just trying to show it as a hoax.”“Angelica, even if things go sideways, I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”I stare at Ethan, trying to figure out how I ended up with him. I’ve known him for what? Half a month and I have this much affection for him? This is not me.“I guess I’ll get back to work,” I say.“All right, Ms May. I’ll let you know
Dirty Little Heart Truth Or Lie?
I text her again, and again, and again, but I get no reply. She just wouldn’t disappear just like that. That’s not her. It has never been here. I call her one last repeatedly it went straight to voicemail.“This is not funny, Nat. Where are you? I think to myself.”I should have paid attention to her more. She did a lot for me. It’s my fault. I sit back on the couch, holding my head in my hands, frustrated with myself. Before I realize I was asleep.----I wake up to some noises from the door. I jump up and make my way quickly towards the sounds. I open up.“Nat, what the fuck! Where were you?” I hug her so tight as if I’ve seen her after a very long time.“Easy there, Angelica” She unexpectedly pushes me back. What’s gotten into you?“What?” I ask while I see her walk towards the kitchen.“Yeah? I left you a note. Didn’t you read it?”“Nat. There wasn’t any note. What do you mean you left one? I just searched the whole fucking house.”“I did, It’s right on the”.... she looks towards
Dirty Little Heart Friend or Foe?
I wake up the next morning, walking directly towards the bathroom, brushing my teeth. While taking a long hot bath while I try to figure out what to wear tonight. I clean myself with the most expensive soap and use the only shampoo I use for special occasions.“Angie? You awake?” Nat asks, shouting from downstairs.“Yeah, I’m in the bath right now. Be back right down in a sec,” I say.I cover myself with a towel and go into the kitchen where Nat is. As I see her, my first reaction was what the fuck’. She had made breakfast for me, as she usually does, but this was some high-quality shit. There were fruits, orange juice, eggs, and everything that can surely keep me healthy.“What is this for?” I ask.“It. Uh... A peace offering.” Nat walks towards me and holds my hands into hers.“Angie. I know yesterday I treated you like shit. It’s just I had a lot on my mind. It’s true that my Mom is not doing well, and I was there with her. I guess I’m just sorry that I treated you the way I did.”
Dirty Little Heart Dinner Date.
I go back to my place and sit on the couch, taking out a bottle of wine from the kitchen. What the fuck did I just see? It can’t be. She won’t do any of this. I mean, I must be overthinking, right? This can’t be possible.I guess there was only one way to find out.I take out my phone from my pocket and search for Mrs Polinski, Nat’s mother.I dial her number, and I place the phone on my ear.The ring tones, and after a few seconds, Nat's mother picks up.“Hello?”“Mrs Polinski, Hi. How are you?”“Oh, Angelica? What a surprise! How are you, dear?”“I’m fine. You know the usual, working, coming back and working again.”“Haha, that’s how life is, my dear.”“Well, I just wanted to ask if you were okay. Nat told me you weren’t feeling that well.”I couldn’t believe what I heard next. All I could think about was the time when I first met Nat. I was feeling fucked about myself. All I was going was smoking and drinking in an alley on a bench. She took me in without having a second opinion wh
Dirty Little Heart The Woman In The Frame.
We sat, drank wine, and Gossiped about some co-workers. It was a pleasant feeling. I felt like there was a person who would listen, always. He made me forget about all the difficulties I was facing in my life. I loved it. I loved how I could be myself around him.“So. I guess we have established that all our co-workers are not as we expected them to be. But all I want to know more is about you.” Says, Jonathan.“What do you wanna know, exactly?”“Everything. You past, you present, your goals. Who knows, maybe they’ll match mine.”I laugh while I grab the glass of wine. My expression changes from sweetness to seriousness.“I.. uh.. I’m sorry if I was too forward....”“No No, it’s okay. This conversation would have come up soon eventually so.”I sign and take a big sip of my wine and put down the glass.“Let’s just say my past was not the one every child would desire. At first, it was like a game I was playing with my father. I knew nothing about my mother. I don’t know whether she’s al
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