Semua Bab Married to a stripper (BlackBook 1): Bab 21 - Bab 30

🔞 He felt her body tense when his finger slid into her soaked lingerie. The gentle circle designs proceeded. Marley's lips twitched for a nanosecond. It was clear he enjoyed the effect he had on her and that made him not want to stop any time soon. If he wasn't tough enough, he could bet that the simultaneous exercises of her face and larynx would've gotten his pants wet the first ten seconds of the session. With his body hovering over her feminine frame, Marley's lips reached for the inferior border of her mandible which he perceived during the escape of a loud, sexy moan.  He watched her one more time after a good session of sensual kisses and there it was again; The look of confusion and query tattooed in her eyes as it was before they embarked on that journey.  Another tender moan escaped her lips assigning his mind to dispute on whether to shut it with a kiss or keep listening to them as they veined his member. He had h

He was on his route to his father's, he missed him. Lately, they had been limited to phone calls, discussing nothing but business, but that wasn't what he really wanted. He needed some quality time with his family not just his dad; Although it was already as messed up as it was. While on his way, his mind couldn't help but detract from Saturday.  His lips curved at the thought of every moment.  Her presence alone made him feel alive resulting in the administration of the medication being anything but a necessity. He felt gloomy whenever she left his side for whatsoever reason and immediately found himself requesting her presence every two minutes for nothing in particular. He recalled every single expression of hers--Which he discovered were breathtakingly lovely--when she will show up just to realize she was summoned for ridiculous reasons like getting him the remote control, his laptop, spread open his curtains, or examine beneath his bed

One must have thought her resentment had deflated. Alas, it was still there, burning within. Young Zaphrina stomped to her unit, unlike other days, she was late; Even Narnia—the slug—showed up earlier than she had. Well, partly, she had a good reason to be late. She had gone to the health unit and the doctor assured her she was fine. The tummy aches were due to food poisoning. Her ride to her job site kept her mind busy wondering what she had ingested out of the normal: Two days old PB&J, five days old slice of pepperoni pizza, undercooked meat just to name a few yet, she hadn't seen what went wrong. She sat on an island stool with the coffee almost ready, waiting for a go-ahead while doing so, she reminisced her Sunday, What she saw and finalized. So first of all Mason lied, this 'non-significant' caller wasn't a he but a she. Secondly, he got that she-- who's name eventually hit her as Ariana--pregnant. The reason why he didn't want to pick up her call. She felt her gut knot and

She rode her way to her job site with constant sighs, at that point in time, everything around her seemed blurry as thoughts of the prior event webbed her mind. Just when she thought there was that flicker of hope did everything slumber. Because I do not want to lose you... Those words hunted her and there were possibilities they would hunt her all the days of her life, perhaps if he hadn't killed it all with the latter.  There never will be anything beyond the employer-employee relationship between them.  She had to stop deluding and adhere to his piercing words of having no motives.  Zaphrina had exited the busy highways, directed to the private road where her old BMW decided—of all times—to have a seizure. It was about time she got a new car and shy away from the abrupt embarrassments.  She dashed out of the car to see what went wrong. She examined all possible corners she suspected of malfunction to see

They were both in Marley's low profile Toyota RAV4 neither of them uttering a word. He found the silence irritating. He knew not what to say, or perhaps he did but knew not where to commence. Marley saw her delve into her purse for her phone. She must have gotten tired of staring out the window, Her fingers jabbed the phone screen before taking it onto her ears. A frown etched her face giving him the impression that she must have fallen into voicemail. She tried the number one more time, still, she fell into voicemail. Marley eyed her and while doing so, curiosity got the best of his eyes. She had been trying to call a man--Mason as seen on the caller ID. He would've thought it was her brother if the name hadn't stroke a part of his memory.  It was a conversation he couldn't forget, though he was in the worst of conditions.  "Mason I don't know what to say, you hurt me so much that the scars will never heal." The guy that nig