THE MAFIA AND THE ARTIST

" Did I make myself clear Genevieve ?" Genevieve shot her head up to see the elderly woman who had just judged her book again . " yes Mrs Trunk I will make effective adjustment ." Genevieve responded quickly even though she had not been listening throughout to Mrs . Trunk's complaint about her book . Stuck writing her first novel , being an editor and amateur photographer. This was just another heartbreak from Mrs .Trunk for her , for today she expected an acceptance at least but it was still the same response Mrs. Trunk gave every time and she did not bother to listen as she knew already. "So until you perfectly portray the feeling of unending and undying love in your two main characters Miss Newton , I am sorry I will have to keep rejecting your book. I am sure you are aware about our company high volume of book submission so I might have to tell you this , we will only give you just this last chance ." Those words fell on her shoulders like she was about to crumble , she took a

Clint moved deeper in the house.The inevitable kick in his gut came right on schedule, as it always did whenever his gaze locked with Jennifer’s. Tonight, the sensation hit him hard. It wasn’t an altogether awful feeling, kind of reminded him of danger-induced adrenaline.Precarious territory. “Where’s the patient?”“Her name is Sandra.”“Right.” Clint shed his coat, tossed it on a nearby bench. “Where is she?”“Upstairs in her room.”Clint recognized the panic in Jennifer’s voice, which was mirrored in her wide, almond-shaped green eyes. Her long, wavy hair was also disheveled, as if she’d dragged both hands through the now tangled strands more than a few times.At the obvious signs of her distress, everything in him softened. He gently touched her sleeve. “I’m here, Jennifer. I’ll take care of the child.”She drew in a few unsteady breaths, her legendary hostility toward him diminishing with each exhale. “I... I believe you.”He dropped his hand. “One last question before I have a

Nash message popped in too which she was not surprise to see , although the content of the message almost did . Hey babe, Can we talk, I will be waiting at Leniol Dinner . NashHer heart almost froze as she wondered who to see between Daniel , her ex who she believes she still had feelings for or if to see Nash who was in love with her and always there for her . She got fed up for a while as thought flew in her head . She think she will rather see Daniel first since he messaged her first.As she sat in contemplation. She realize this could well prove an enjoyable challenge. Daniel could see well enough the effort it took her to suppress her attitude and feelings towards him, and having seen her vulnerable in his office that day , he was probably quite sure he had awaken the underlying rebellious streak inside her. He was surrounded by insipid pleasers, at work and in his private life. He attracted them bec

It was torture. Her cheeks burned. She wanted to reach for him right on that spot and slam his face against her pussy. She wanted to leap up and kick him to take her to the room this very moment. She knew she should not be doing this. But she was soaking through her panties . As she couldn't bring myself to push him away. Her whole existence was his lips and her aching cunt. The island faded around her and she stood up already , trying to maneuver her hips as she moved in front of him . She needed him to touch her clit. She was going to die without it.But he understood, Instead, he paused again at the entrance to her hotel room , and he could feel her gaze on him, staring straight into his quivering folds. She was exposed to him. All her pride were about to be stripped away, need spiraling out of control. They had retired from their little cabana on the beach and legged it to her room where Clint hadn’t even let Genevieve get the word “shower” out before he was shoving her against a

Genevieve tugged at the dress Dave had chosen for the occasion. For the meat show, as he had called it. No matter how much she tugged though, the dress didn’t get any longer. She stared at herself in the mirror uncertainly. She’d never worn anything that revealing. The black dress was clinging to her butt and waist, and ended at her upper thighs; the top was a glittery golden bustier with black tulle straps. “I can’t wear this, Ash .” Ash met her gaze in the via the video call. Her hair was pinned up; it was a few shades darker than Genevieve's. Ash was wearing a floor-length elegant dress to a dinner too ." I wished I was allowed something that modest". Genevieve said with irritation “You look like a woman,” Ash whispered. She cringed. “I look like a hooker.” “Hookers can’t afford a dress like that.” She bet all Dave's mistress had clothes that cost more than some people spent on a car. She put her hands on her waist. “You have a wasp waist, and the dress makes your legs look very