Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chapter Six NaTHaLie Immediately after we came back from the cafe, I locked myself in my studio and spent hours releasing all my anger, hurt, and hatred into my paintings. I painted till my wrist starts to hurt from flicking it back and forth for too long and my legs start to ache from standing for too long. Seeing Ethan—especially with Justin—unleashed all the emotions I have been bottling inside me. I still find it hard to wrap my head around the fact that Ethan has been cheating on me, not only cheating on me but also lying to me about his sexuality. Ethan wasn't attracted to me the way a straight man should so I was never the cause of a single arousal he had during our times together. I

Once we were at the outer view of the company, Lydia found her opportunity, combined with the patience she had to endure, she walked to the lady's front to stop her from walking further, and she poured out "Hey, Flat ass, you literally think, the best option is to insult with that gritty, smelly and stinky mouth of yours on someone who is trying to acknowledge your disdainful self. You suck, ugly bitch" Sparing no room for her to talk back, Lydia grabbed my hand and we both sauntered towards the back view of the company where the car park is located but before we could pass across the corner leading to our destination, I peeked at the lady. I kinda felt pity for her, she looked humiliated,

The CEO was confused, his mind racing with the familiarity of the name Eunice. He couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her from somewhere. Eunice Alan, he thought to himself, sitting in a bar at night, lost in thought. A stranger approached him, curiosity etched on his face. "What on earth are you talking about?" he asked The CEO didn't respond, too engrossed in his thoughts. "What on earth is this girl?" he muttered to himself. "She's the one I knew before... before I had plastic surgery. What is she doing here? why is she my secretary? now I remember her, damn!"

"Intelligent? The intelligence of a slave girl is not much more than that of a senile man." Then Lady Arista's expression changed when she saw the sketch of Anna's face. She is too stunned to speak, but she begins to cry after a moment. Anna’s beauty is different. like she's from another world. She looks like a beauty in the art of painting and sculpture. A beauty that no one ever thought existed, that no one ever imagined. Her face is very pleasing to the eye, giving satisfaction and passion to men and women who look at her. A face that can make a man's cock twitch just by looking into those seductive eyes.

“She’s doing good.” “Dominic trained her right.” Sofia was still feasting. Her tongue flicked against Isadora’s clit, curling inside her, spreading her wider. Isadora trembled, pussy twitching, soaked beyond control. Her moans were muffled by Valentina’s cunt. Gianna’s hand reached between her own thighs, rubbing herself slowly, watching it all unfold like a director in the middle of a pornographic opera. “Look at her,” she whispered. “Already addicted.”

I held myself from going to her room at night and fucking her brains out for reasons that were starting to become clear to me. Renia's body is like a drug, one that you could easily get addicted to. The kind that will leave you wanting more and more and more no matter how much you have had it. I know that because I still haven't been able to get rid of the graphics of fucking her for three months. It replays in my head at night, at the most inconsistent time and I always end up jacking off to the thoughts of fucking her.

{ This artist only hides her innocent sweet and beautiful face but actually she is naughtier than any nightclub girl out there } { Does she want to sleep with me? I can pay her a hundred thousand a night } {Not only hundred thousand, fifty thousand also, I don't want to pay a woman who has had many uncles sleep with her, I don't want to sleep with her! Bitch, cheap and definitely tastes bad} Jessica's face was pale seeing all her rotten disgrace spread on the internet. Jessica couldn't bear it if her good name now fell in the eyes of society.

I gruffed. “Oh, but I love playing with you… especially when I win.” She sounded pleased with herself. “I want a rematch.” I said, remembering our steamy night on the snooker table. And then we finished it in my bedroom… Maddison Summers is like a drug I can’t get enough of. Maybe Avi could bottle her… label it Van Halen 2mg: take one when you miss her, two when you swear you’re over her, and by the third you’ll remember you never were… side effects include obsession, sleepless nights, and calling her name when you shouldn’t.

"Oh, wow! I don't need stitches, right? Do I have the internet on my phone? Oh, yeah. I have. I should find one and will buy a packet from them for my paint buckets." He pressed his lips in a thin line, noticing her handset. It was a smartphone, at least, but he bet the price would be close to that phone he saw her using in Sao Paulo. "You tell me the park is nearby, but you don't know there is a drug store in this neighborhood?" "Erh, my bad!" The girl laughed, scratching her head. He thought she would glance at him, but she just raised her head and looked directly at the store before her. "I should buy myself water fast. The brain zaps leave these effects."

My eyes shut open when I began to hear the distant noise of commotion. I snapped my head up when the iron gate swung open with a dreadful screech, and the light flickered to life, casting an eerie glow on the face of my arch-nemesis. Drake? His mouth twisted into a devious, lip-curling smirk, exposing a set of teeth that seemed to flash with a wicked, triumphant gleam."I got released this morning and your lover is already here to rescue you. He did act feral for your sake. He isn't the typically innocent fellow he used to be" he grunted, walking forward.