Adrien Agreste Modeling Mga Nobela at Kwento

I say. “Yes.” “Something aggressive.” “Yes.” That word alone makes my stomach tighten. “What kind of countermove?” Adrian doesn’t look up from the screen. “The kind that forces our enemies into the open.” My pulse quickens. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” He turns the laptop toward me. A company name sits at the top of the document. MONTEVERDE URBAN INFRASTRUCTURE The name stirs something faint in my memory. “Why does that sound familiar?” I ask.

I whispered to myself. And then he was there,suddenly at my side, close enough that I caught the faint scent of pine and steel. “Hey,” Adrian said, his deep voice low and smooth. “Watch me.” He moved into the stance with effortless grace, muscles shifting under his training gear, every line of his body radiating controlled power. For a moment, the entire world narrowed to just him. My heart stuttered.

Decked in the complete design of the exquisite handmade couture, was none other than, Mayven Bayani. Carlo's ex, Adele's nemesis and an upcoming signed model in Arsenio's Excellency Modeling Agency. What in the absolute heck?!

They would never get any endorsements if they were this dull. “Hi ma'am my name is Timi Adegoke, I choose modeling as a part time job because it helps people be confident in their skin-” “-Yes and no. Modeling does more harm than good because a lot of people out there suffer self esteem because of their weight, stretch marks, height. That's why we have to show people that being a model isn't about height, physical appearance alone but intelligence which most of you ladies lack. I don't know how you guys even got this far” I interrupted.

He commands grabbing onto my thighs and spreading them apart, his mouth latches onto my swollen clit and sucks it making me close to cumming in his mouth. "Fuck yes just like that" I moan not caring about who could hear me anymore, I reach my climax and cum in his mouth, he licks it all with a swirl of his tongue then proceeds to lick his lips. "Shit," I breathe out, sweat covering my forehead and my legs shaking a little. Alessandro smiles at me, lifts his head from my legs, and presses a light kiss to my stomach before getting up and putting on some black checkered pajama bottoms but still shirtless and

Aracely cried, suddenly calmer but still delirious. "Aramide..." Adrian trailed off as he stared at her, their eyes locked for a moment before she paused. Silence loomed over them for a while and Adrian proceeded to increase their already close proximity, he knelt by her feet and took her shaky hands into his, he was about to speak when she cut him off, her voice sounded like the color of rain on what seemed to have been a happy day. Aracely stared intently at the man in front of her before the words had left her plump pale lips ---- "please leave. please go and never come back." she begged. Her eyes watered with tears as she tore her gaze from him. her fingers clutched the garment that had