"Hmm, well, we'll investigate who ate your mangoes, but first, I need both of you to tell me what happened that night." Pops said, changing the topic.The jovial atmosphere became dense and rigid all of a sudden.Fabiola and Carl exchanged looks. They both knew the night which Pops was referring to.They obediently took their seats opposite Pops, sitting like students in military training."So who's starting? Fabiola?" He looked at Fabby."Tell me what happened that night." He spoke softly, as usual.They both knew the man behind that familiar soft voice."Got home really hungry, I went out to grab a bite and noticed that I was being followed. I wasn't sure if they were following randomly or it was planned, so I decided to Walk past my house and try to lose them." She summarized the events that night."Did they hurt you?" Pops asked with genuine concern."They did not get the chance." She said confidently.Carl smiled."That's My girl." Pops praised."Now, why did neither of you tell
**** WARNING **** MATURED CONTENTAnother girl was giving a man dressed in a suit a good blowjob."A beautiful girl is not supposed to be on her own." A voice said beside her. The owner of the voice grabbed her butt and squeezed it.She moaned and bit her lower lip seductively as she turned to look at the face.He was handsome and tall no doubt… and pretty high too. He'd probably been drinking all night.She did not care though, she needed company so as to appear less conspicuous."What do you say you keep me company?" She asked back with a broad sexy smile."A shot for the lady and I." He ordered.He led her to another room, it was sparse and more fancy, holding fewer people.As usual, there were strippers dancing in front of every man."Have a seat." He ushered her to a free table. It was a little bit isolated."Thank you." She flashed him a smile.Why is a beautiful girl like you all alone in a place like this?" He asked.She sipped her whiskey."What is a handsome guy like you d
She continued to scan the vicinity until her eyes landed on a familiar face."Brantley?" She whispered in shock, good thing the music was high so Frost could not get her."Have a seat." She peeled her eyes away from Brant only when Frost spoke. She had no idea when they crossed the room. Luckily they were not beside Brant or in the line of his eye either. He had his eyes glued to the girl twerking in front of him."What do you think of her?" Frost tugged a few strands of her hair behind her ear as he spoke to a well built man seated beside her. She sat in-between both men."She's pretty, very pretty." He said with a deep masculine voice. 'He must be Monty.' she thought."She is searching for a job." Frost said to the muscular guy."I never got your name by the way." He turned to her."Phoebe, Phoebe Crust." She said with a smile. That was her favorite pretext name, and coincidentally, it would alway pop up when she was this blonde."Phoebe, Monty." Frost introduced briefly.Just as
"One arm to go, next…." She taunted."I fuckin' get it, bitch." Monty yelled through gritted teeth.He held his dangling hand diligently. His face was coated with pain."What did you say about girls?" She gulped down from the bottle again, ignoring the eyes on her."You fuckin' broke my arm!" He yelled."Just one, you requested for broken bones." She said nonchalantly, "Oh, and I only dislocated it," she said proudly."Fuck you," he groaned in pain."I can fix it if you want." She offered proudly."You'll pay for this!" "What insolence!" She clicked her tongue, drinking from the bottle once more. She emptied it, given the fact that some had spilled earlier."Come, let's go." She turned to Frost who was actually looking like frost."Are you ok?" She asked with genuine concern. Monty was still grunting by her feet. Only the music could be heard in the room. For a second there, she had completely forgotten about Brant."Uh-huh, I'm fine." Frost replied absentmindedly, finally closing
**MATURED CONTENT***He licked her cunt dry of her juices, brought her to the edge of the clift, but before she could jump off, he stopped everything he was doing.She sighed in disappointment. He smiled at her reaction."I'd love for you to blow me but right now, this guy would definitely explode in less than a couple of seconds if that mouth of yours touches it." Frost stated as he crawled his way to her mouth."Another time it is." She smiled, at least he had plans for next time. It was not just a one 'night of pleasure' thing.She needed to keep him at all costs. Even if Pops stated that she and Carl were not to compete, they both knew that it is always a competition with Pops. He'll definitely reward whoever gets to the bottom of it first.Her thoughts were interrupted by the preying of her mouth open by Frost's tongue.She gave in to her desire, opening her mouth for him to explore.She could taste herself on his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the
If her hunch was right and the driver sitting behind that Audi was actually Randy, the last thing she needed was him knowing that she was actually Fabiola.She went back in, picked a table and enjoyed her drink. It was pretty late and her eyes were heavy with sleep, she needed to get home asap.From her spot, she had a clear view of the outside, clear enough to see Rand walking towards her. He could probably see her too, given the good lighting in the Restau.She waited patiently, exploring all her options to lose him. As if fate heard her cry, a delivery truck pulled up in the driveway, shielding both of them from each other's view. She took the opportunity to dash in the kitchen. Everyone was busy going about his or her own business. She marched to the storage room, grabbed a fresh set of kitchen aprons and its Jacket. She tossed the apron aside and dabbed the black jacket over her gown. She looked around to make sure no one was watching and there were no cameras around. Satisfie
"Hey!" He called after her."Hey, I did not intend to sound offensive." He said when he got to his outer office, she was arranging files on her desk."I know," she replied dryly, without sparing him a glance.He took a deep breath. "Look at me," he held her hand and turned her to face him.She did not protest."I am sorry." His voice was shallow."You are not directly responsible for my pain, so you have to stop apologizing everytime. You need to understand that everything I set my eyes on or my ears hear reminds me of them." Surprisingly, she explained it calmly."I know that, can you just let me in, just at the door, let me hold your hand in my own way." He said softly."Maybe I should remind you why I am here after all, you need to stop being nice to me because trust me, I will take advantage of you whenever I get the least chance to do so." She spat, maybe not aggressively, but definitely in a serious tone.Her mean words no longer had an effect on him… maybe just a little. He un
"They would, my parents clearly would." He stated confidently."Would you be happy to see the person you killed come back to life?" She fired."What are you talking about?" He took a step forward, tilting his to the side as he squinted his brows questioningly."Heeh, nothing, just saying." Mila shrugged.He clearly was not buying any of it because when she stood up and grabbed her handbag to leave, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back, causing her body to crash on his.Her breath hitched up, she stared at him, hoping that what she felt was mutual, but unfortunately, his usual apologetic or jovial look was gone, he wore a dead serious expression."You are still my secretary and you don't get to leave during working hours unless I say so." He said sternly, pulling an aura.She scoffed, "Aight boss! Whatever you say." She replied sarcastically, shaking her arm off his grip."Answer my question!" He scolded. "What were you insinuating by that statement?" He rephrased, tightening his g