LOGINNo response. Sawyer pulled his fingers out slowly, a string of her arousal that was thick, pearly, and translucent. It was trailing down his knuckles, dripping onto the leather. Her pussy made a wet, sucking sound as his digits left her, as if reluctant to let go. His cock was agonizing. Hard, aching, straining against the confinement of his jeans—a painful, throbbing need that had nowhere to go. The tip was wet, the denim dark with pre-cum. His balls ached, drawn tight, demanding release. He could feel his pulse in his shaft, a hot, insistent beat that screamed for relief. He let out a curse, low and bitter, and ran his wet hand through his hair, the scent of her cunt clinging to his skin. He was in his forties, a man who'd had his fair share of women, who prided himself on control. And here he was, high and dry, his fingers still slick with her come, while she snored softly on his couch. He could wake her.
Sawyer quickly pushed outside that erupting voice in his head. He wouldn't want to scare his little tigress. Besides, he needed more answers. He needed her more by his side. He tilted her chin up, eyes dark with desire as he watched her sway against him. "You're so beautiful like this—bold, wet, and wanting. But I don't want to take advantage." "Advantage?" She laughed softly, the sound breathy. Sawyer could swear his pants just got drippy. "I'm the one taking advantage of you, old man. Or should I say... my ex's daddy." Her hand slipped around to the small of his back, pulling him flushed against her while her other hand kept stroking him through his pants. "I can feel how much you like it. You're throbbing and slick, old man." Sawyer's fingers slid down to cup the curve of her ass, fingers spreading wide, pulling her even closer. The scent of her arousal mix
" Or do you want me to show you, Sawyer?" Vanessa cooed, her slender fingers finding it's way to the Adams apple bubbling down Sawyer's throat. He swallowed hard, his rod almost tearing out of his pants. With one swift move, he carried her towards his car. He beckoned on another man standing alert beside the car. " Drive back to the mansion, Eric." In another few minutes, Vanessa's body clung to Sawyer as he carried her into his mansion. He gently placed her on the couch, his eyes fixed on her cute sleepy face. He muttered, gaze fixed on her pink lips as he bend slightly over. It wouldn't hurt to steal a quick taste. " She actually looked cute while asleep." Vanessa's face broke into a smile, as if she heard his words, and the next minute Sawyer found himself on the floor. This damm little girl just kicked him to the ground. He chuckled deeply, holding back his laughter." I was wrong. Definitely wrong." As the queen of drunken disaster got out of the couch, she suddenly
"Sawyer!" He was the last person she'd expected to see but she was still glad. "Who are you?" Mr. Kurt demanded angrily, trying to see who had the guts to stop him, " How the hell did you know my name?” "Who I am is none of your business, let her go this instant," Sawyer said, coming out of the shadows. A thin line of horror crept through Mr. Kurt's expression, even Vanessa felt it too. She was confused why this fearless spoiled heir would fear Sawyer. But when she looked at Mr Kurt again, his expression was replaced with anger and doubt. Mr Kurt could have sworn he took this person before him as the same as Mr. S but then, It was impossible for that person to show up in this place. He believed Sawyer was an imposter. So, he began to roll up his sleeves, showing off his muscles. " You have the guts to call my name, you imposter! You better leave now or you'll regret it." Sawyer chuckled at his words. Raising his brows, he asked patiently, “ Imposter? Interesting. So, y
In another thirty minutes or more, Vanessa walked into the noisy bar. Her eyes roamed all over before finally settling at the young man busy mixing drinks. As she swayed towards him, she saw a shadow that looked like those two betrayers. Justin and Brooklyn. On a closer look, she didn't see them again. “ I must be getting paranoid seeing those two trash everywhere I go,” Vanessa mumbled, shaking her thoughts off those bastards. She sat on a chair opposite the bartender who was familiar with her. "Miss Vanessa, as ravishing as always," the bartender complimented her, like he always did whenever she came to have a drink. On a normal day, when she was in a good mood, she'd compliment him too, telling him how he was the most handsome person she'd ever set her eyes on, not today, she needed a drink or drinks to clear her head and calm herself down. "Is everything okay?" The bartender asked, he had noticed the look on her face, she wasn't in a good mood. She looked at him. "Ge
Vanessa looked up, her breath edgy. Fortunately, it wasn't that bastard Justin. Although with the complicated situation between her and Sawyer, she was sure the person who walked in was going to think it was more than two colleagues meeting up.Dr. Jason stepped in, blinking at the scene. “Oh. Sorry. I thought this room was empty.” Vanessa stepped back immediately, putting space between her and Sawyer. “Dr. Jason, we were just discussing the patient.” “Right,” Jason said, a grin plastered on his face. “Pager’s going off for both of you. Another MVA coming in. ETA ten minutes.” Sawyer didn’t look at her.“Scrub in, Dr. Monroe.” Vanessa nodded and walked out without another word. The second case was faster. Cleaner. A teenager with a punctured lung. After the surgery, Vanessa got ready to go home. She was fucking tired and she also wished to avoid Sawyer.But what she didn't expect was to bump into two eye sores.Justin and Brooklyn were walking hand in hand towards her. They
Vanessa's greedy eyes traced the thick ridge of his shaft, watching a pearl of pre-cum ooze from his slit and slide down the flushed head. Before he could even finish his command, "Be a good girl and give me an excellent mouthful of pleasure'She was already licking her lips, her cunt clenching wit
Vanessa bit her lip in panic. God, she was just given a second chance at life and now she was probably going back to the Hades once more. Her eyes took in the extremely handsome man, who she thought should be in his early forties, yet looked hotter and sexier than men in their twenties. He was a d
Just then, bright fluorescent lights lightened up. The smell of antiseptic. A clock on the wall read 9:30 PM. The unmistakable giggling sound in the hallway. Vanessa gasped. Her fingers flew to her throat. Skin unbroken. No blood. But the memory sat there, and bleeding in her skull. Brooklyn's sm
Vanessa's grip on the chart tightened as she strode along the hallway. As she clutched the stacks of files, she breathed in. Her eyes darted. She was done with her residency but she had stumbled upon a secret video. She continued down the hospital hallway. Her white coat fluttered behind her. She







