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December 23 rd --- Charlie's birthday The next morning Essence snuck out of bed, letting Sheila continue sleeping, as she grabbed the dick sleeve she'd purchased yesterday, and went to give Papa Charlie his morning sponge bath. Curious, since she'd noticed Dottie had been wearing nylons in all those scenes (well, in the two scenes she'd seen), she wondered whether Papa Charlie was a nylon man... she'd already noticed he was definitely a leg and foot man. Of course, it could have been simply that she was in a church, probably on a Sunday after a service. Regardless, yesterday she'd bought a couple of nurse outfits and white nylons to tease him with while they thoroughly washed him. So she rol

A row of sales associates stood at the ready, their smiles warm and welcoming. "Let's find you an outfit for Dmitry first," Natalia said with a sly smile, leading Abeni through the store. They browsed through racks of designer clothes, each piece more exquisite than the last. Abeni felt a bit overwhelmed at the choices, but Natalia was quick to offer suggestions and help her pick out the perfect outfits. They eventually settled on a sleek black dress that hugged her curves and a pair of sexy black heels that made her feel taller and more confident.

No one would assume they were security detail. Now that she looked at the men, she also realized Dmitry wasn’t in his usual suit. He wore a pair of jeans and a shirt. He looked like a casual father, taking his little girl out, which was exactly what he was. Not a feared Bratva boss intent on scaring people.

And then her demeanor shifted drawing my attention to the door at the same time the chime rung that it was being opened. Then entered Dimitri and his ogre friend. What a pair they made today. Both wearing dark jeans and fitted black tees that hugged every single bulging muscle on Dimitri. Dimitri stood out among the two and not just because of his build, but because the way he carried himself. Much more regal and put together. Ogre boy doesn't stand a chance of a second glance walking around with Dimitri at his side. As they both walked up to the counter I still sat there. Both stunned to see them so soon and because I was just stubborn.

Aria said. I was made aware that she had left the room by the sound of the door shutting behind her. I didn't turn. I had eyes only for Dante. I took in every detail of his face, imprinting them into my mind and my brain. He was dressed in ripped, black jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt. His long legs were encased in high boots. There were the kinds of boots that had compartments where weapons could be hidden. His black hair was carefully swept away from his face.

Dimitri. It felt like an eternity had passed before Tanya broke the deafening silence. "I'm off home," she pecked me on the cheek, "Be good." "I'll try," I sighed before a sauntering Tanya disappeared from the bar. Dimitri was always handsome, no matter what. His slightly unbuttoned black shirt was exposing his hard, muscular chest, accompanied by a regular pair of denim jeans and black shoes. Simple, but still effortlessly gorgeous. "I hope you don't mind," he started, "Callista told me where you work. She seems to like you."

Everything screamed wealth and control. I showered quickly, using the unscented soap, trying to wash away the fear and the strange heat his touch had left on my skin. When I stepped out, I chose simple black leggings and a soft gray sweater from the closet. Exactly one hour later, the door opened again. Dante walked in, now wearing a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing more of his tattoos. He looked even more dangerous in the low light. He studied me for a long moment. “Good. You listened.”

I shrugged as I chewed the food in my mouth, “better than before. Still plenty stressed.” Whispers started and I looked toward where everyone else was looking to see Dimitri striding into the pack house. His dark hair was loose, framing his face, he was wearing a white polo, snug fitting black slacks and loafers looking very business casual. Despite my irritation about him coming into the packhouse, I had to admit, the man knew how to dress.

Hello lovely reader, enjoy Friday came slower than anticipated, I was so giddy, I had finished my book and had read about the author, there was a picture of author Charlie Billington at the back of the book, and I was excited, not only to meet him, but to meet other people. I got ready for the party at my own house, in the mortal world, I wore a long green dress, at the front it came just under my knees but the back was longer and came to my ankles there was a diamond filled button on the chest area, it was sleeveless and made of silk. I wore silver two inch heel shoes with open toes. Once ready I blinked to Damon's house, he was in the bedroom, when I entered he was sorting out his bow tie

I reply in a whisper. Any chance to get out of the house is well received. Dimitri starts to get ready to go out. He takes his black pijama off and puts on a pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt. The outfit may seem simple, but he looks ravishing. I blush the moment I realize I am staring at him. He probably has no idea all of the things he awakes in me when I look at him like that. I close my eyes and I try to think of something else. It doesn’t work. I go into the bathroom and I splash my face with cold water.