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Juan asked. "Two," Garland replied. "Exactly. As simple as that for me," Juan said, sipping his tea. Garland had never seen someone so full of themselves. "If you're so great, why do you need our help?" Juan poured himself another cup of tea. "You have 58 minutes left. If you don't finish, you won't be sleeping tonight."

And Juan, who had just taken a seat, blinked like he wasn’t sure if he should laugh or run. “It’s a bad habit,” Juan said finally, keeping a straight face. “But I promise I’ll stop. Will you help me?” Audrey beamed, nodding eagerly. “I’ll help! I’ll make sure you never bite people again!” Juan turned to Christine and winked. Her cheeks turned crimson. I chuckled. I didn’t know about Ryker, but I liked Juan. And honestly? I had to agree with Audrey. I kind of wanted him to stay, too.

Elaine followed the man into the room. There were only five people, and Juan sat in the middle. The man next to him was pouring him a glass of wine. “Mr. Saldana, she’s here.” The person next to him asked her to take a seat, so she walked over and sat down as a courtesy. “How may I help you, Mr. Saldana?” Juan poured her a glass. “Are you close with Ian?” She replied, “I know him, but we’re not close.”

And I am tired of being so grown up. "What about the bus?" I ask. He checks his phone. "Ten twenty three. We have twenty seven minutes before the next one. That is enough time for pie." Twenty seven minutes. "Okay," I say. "Pie." He stands up first. He is taller than I thought. He must be six feet tall, maybe a little more. He holds out his hand to help me up, and I look at it for a moment. Long fingers. Pencil bump on the thumb.

he asked. Juan's eyes remained fixed on the window. "Just need some alone time, okay?" There was a moment's pause. Hernandez didn't push it. "Okay," he said. "Call if you need something." Juan nodded briefly and walked off. There upstairs, the hall was dark. His footsteps were silent on the marble floor as he made his way to his room and opened the door. He went in and closed it softly behind him. The air in the room was still. The bed had not been slept in. He hadn't slept in it more than two hours straight for weeks. He sat on the edge of it and leaned forward, elbows on knees, staring at the floor. He didn't have any sense of time.

It was a sunny day, a perfect day to go to the beach and play with the water wearing some bikinis and show off some naked skin. On this beautiful day in November, Juan was currently inside her apartment and had not left it ever since she walked in it after getting back from her trip. Juanita who took the miraculous fruit a week ago was now a changed person. Who knew that she will go through so much agonizing pain after taking a delicious fruit? Juanita still recalled the screams, yells, and cries she let out as she rolled on the green grass for like forever.

Juan didn't wait for the screams to weaken and aimed the gun at his abdomen. “You know, I heard somewhere that a person can still live without their intestines. Well, not for too long but…you know what I mean!” Juan loudly said over the screams and steadied the gun. “He’s in the city. He’s on the upper floor of the Citylights Club!” The beggar shouted.

Seeing Don Quijote back so soon, Juan Yates sat next to Clifford Hann and mocked him right away. Juan continued, “You only went away for less than two hours, yet you are done with your business this quick. If it were in the past, you would not have come back until dawn.” “Don’t you mention it!” He opened up a bottle of wine and downed it all. Then, he wiped the stains off the corner of his mouth with his hand and cursed, “Son of a b*tch, I thought I had found myself a beautiful woman, but I didn’t expect her to be a woman with a willie.”

He came home in the evening and kept a constant eye on Lauren's apartment so that he wouldn't miss the slow reveal of her tempting body. At 38 Juan was still unmarried, having spent his adult life seducing every woman he wanted. He'd never wanted children and he'd resisted all attempts at getting him down the aisle. Never had a single woman managed to keep his attention for more than a month. For Juan, part of the excitement lay in the seduction. He set his sight on seemingly unattainable women, and sure enough, within a week he usually had them in his bed, lips wrapped around his giant piece of meat, begging for more. He revelled in the power he had over his women. Often, if he'd gone witho

Juan warmly addresses his children, who immediately diverts their attention from their toys and approaches me with curiosity in their eyes. Juan's voice carries a subtle chill as he informs me, “Reign, the little girl in the elegant blue dress, is five years old. On the other hand, Timmy, the young boy clad in coveralls, is merely three.” “Denise, the woman standing over there, is accompanied by our one-year-old daughter, Violet. As she is currently breastfeeding, I kindly request that you meet them at a later time,” Juan firmly informs me.