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Big Jailen2

Rose had to repeat the struggle of holding a huge weight beyond her stature. The blonde hair was still wet, the water dripping, not a little rubbing off on the big jailen's fur. Rose's breath hitched. Rose's steps traveled smoothly through the mansion. Unaware that a tall, looming figure with several men behind it was watching a large doll move under Rose's arrangement. Pushed back and forth by the impact that almost made Rose's body unsteady. She growled, raising her face from the side to find an annoying creature like Theo staring at her with a flat expression. The man was gulping down a glass of white liquid with chunks of ice floating in it. "Get out of the way! My path is blocked!" It wasn't Theo if he acted immediately. A little thought, then the man moved. "Make room for this dwarf and her giant to pass." Dwarf .... Rose growled in distaste at the nickname. She stomped as hard as she could, pressing deep into T

Bullied

It was enough torture that he applied himself. Flesh so ready, Theo can't get rid of the beautiful image of the pussy whose bloom is shaking with desire. He searched deep into the warm body Rose was trying to cover up. It's getting hotter and hotter and he wants to throw Rose on the bed. Theo smiled sarcastically. He couldn't count how long he worshipped the face that looked at him doubtfully. Gentle strokes traveled from the skin of her cheeks to the soft, tightly clenched surface. He pressed his lips to Rose's, remembering how he had to restrain himself every time Rose protested and showed exasperation. "I want you so badly." Theo's whisper gathered all the electricity to create a tension Rose couldn't contain. She was confused when slowly the presence of Theo's fingers shifted... gradually flowing downward. Through the gap in her legs, Theo's actions escaped to reach for the belt lying on the ground, slumped down with her robe. Not wanting

Bullied2

The imprints are deep as Rose turns the grip into a gentle touch—a strange buzz arrives that takes Rose to nirvana. Her lips parted wider. Theo's thrusts surged. The ragged breathing convinced Rose that Theo was ready to explode, to go through the same thing. Only the remnants of each other's huffs and puffs as a visual in Rose's head. Then felt free after Theo pulled the belt off. However, she was closed for too long—she had to neutralize the blurred vision. It wasn't until Rose got a clear view of the handsome, seductive face that she was able to see. She was silenced by a ferocious lash, so she spontaneously closed her eyes again. "You're not angry anymore? I mean, don't sulk anymore?" asked Rose, warmly touching the firm jawbone. Their bodies were still together. Who knows when Theo will pull out the rod that is still stuck. "That bastard wouldn't be able to hear his ex-girlfriend sigh." Not answering Rose's question. Instead Theo hissed as he search

Tattoo

"Shit!" The cell phone shattered into pieces. Sean let everything out. Everything he received. Rose's whimpering, soft voice calling out Theo's name eroded any patience he had. If only it had been easy for Sean to forget Rose. He would not expect the love he had lost to rekindle in the heart of the woman who until this moment was precious in his eyes. Sean knew Rose well .... The mistakes he made. Will not change Rose's decision. The intertwined relationship that has fallen. Will never bloom, even if Sean becomes the most pitying. "Shit!" He cursed again, frankly almost destroying the whole room. Ever since Verasco's arrival at the hospital the other day. In the end, Sean agreed and involved himself as part of Witson. Receiving a full share in a different company under his own name. It was all arranged. There was nothing wrong with Sean's choice, that he was entitled to the luxury that had been nurtured by hatred. Verasco

Tattoo2

"Why did you come back again?!" At the existence of one arm wrapped tightly around the other. Rose was stunned to receive her husband's face resting on her shoulder line. Theo's warm breath wafted in. The lips occasionally fell to kiss the recesses of the neck and sniffed the intoxicating scent of the body. "This is for you." The shopping paper lifted to float in front of Rose. The small bites on her skin never died allowing Rose to cup the tip of the Italian man's well—shaped sense of smell. "Your habit is giving me trouble." Because Rose has trouble covering the reddish marks that arise, if she has to wear revealing clothes in the summer. Rose pressed harder on Theo's nasal cavity, perhaps the man would soon break away. Theo was right to do so. However, instead of being freed. Next Rose's body floated on the bed. "I really hope you break your hand again!" Rose changed her position to sit right next to the sh

Prepare

"You've been so long, Mrs. Witson." For the blessed time Rose had to hear the same protest escape the lips of the man looming in the doorway. The only difference was that the last nickname was deliberately emphasized. Each of Theo's nicknames to Rose had been fully enunciated until the last one, Mrs. Witson, and Rose felt it was a final warning. She hurried over still struggling to hook the chain of the bracelet Xelle had given her after having to open it, in favor of arm-length mesh gloves that contrasted with her skin color. "Please help me put them on." Rose extended an arm right in front of Theo. "You saw me in distress, but didn't take the initiative to offer," Rose said, handing over the jeweled chain on the surface of the palm that greeted her silently. "You're the one who likes to trouble yourself." Regret was already provoking the man to speak. It would have been better if Theo had said nothing. Though that should have been

Prepare2

"No, I'm not. This is already neat. There's your suit that I can use later. Let's go." Rose led Theo forcibly through every corner of the room to the grounds of the mansion. The Bugatti chiron that Theo used most often was parked awaiting the master's arrival. Rose opened the door and sat in the passenger seat. She still couldn't understand how Theo could want to cancel their departure so suddenly. "Are you sure you can drive or should I be safer?" Rose asked. She hesitated, occasionally glancing at the fingers gripping the steering wheel. "I can do whatever I want." Theo's haughty sentence ended with the car engine running. Theo's attention was fully focused staring straight ahead. Something different provoked a smile on Rose's slightly curved lips. "Did the car accident put you off?" She glanced at the speedometer below 30. Very slow, a far cry from the usual. "Not really. I did it on purpose. This way when we arrive, al

Almost

"Five million euros." What fell from her husband's hot lips was the final offer at the height of the charity event. Rose gasped in disbelief. Theo had the audacity to risk that amount of money on a glittering necklace that was linked to a mannequin neck. Rose knew Italy and Canada didn't have the same currency. However, the euro and the dollar were quite close. At least she could convert the price of the struggling necklace based on the dollar amount. "For a necklace, isn't it too expensive, Theo?" Rose half-whispered looking around her. Millionaires gathered in one event, all classy haggling over prices from the initial benchmark to the highest, and which no one dared to beat with other prices. Rose was still waiting for Theo's answer. Her husband was too busy studying the flat object in his hand. "Wait for me here. I'll take care of the payment first." When Theo loomed. The only thing Rose could do was stare at the big

Almost2

Theo's statement signaled Rose's mind was far from unreasonable. Apparently the man was still in his right mind to whisper such sentences in another language—French that the baritone—voiced owner, Rose's husband, was fluent in as he approached the host—they talked for a long time. Unlike Rose's position, who successfully received envious stares from several women down there. The stage is where all visuals are clearly captured. Even the guests outside the building, the shadows of the passers-by were caught in the translucency of the glass. "Come, Sugar." A soft invitation tingled next to Rose's hearing. She followed where Theo would lead her. They walked up the stairs one step at a time with each other's footsteps and arms clasped to show Theo's possessive side. Not knowing if this was a coincidence or not. On the last step, Rose's never—ending scanning of the entire building came to a screeching halt with a fierce face glaring at her.

Surprised

"Happy birthday, Mommy!" Oracle's tiny fingers twirled the confetti, sending small pieces of paper flying into each other and slowly falling to meet the top of the head of the woman who had just taken a step onto the ivory-white marble. She was startled by a deafening sound not far from her position. Halfway down Rose raised her hands, letting a few papers fall into her grasp. Once there was no more waving left. The corner of Rose's lips carved a thin curve. She looked up to meet the pregnant woman's sweet smile. Bridgette with a large cake and lit candles approached Rose who was still transfixed, never expecting this to be a surprise. "Make a wish and blow out the candles, Rose." What could Rose wish for in her life right now? Each page of the coming day was a mystery. She could not guess how far fate would take her across all sorts of events, and when Rose's handful of wishes would grow into fruit ripe for the picking.

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