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I ran some leave in conditioner and gel through my curls before pinning back the sides with Bobby pins. When I went out to the living room, Bishop was looking at my books. “You have quite a nice collection here,” he said, picking up my well worn copy of ‘Gone with the Wind.” “Thanks. Books are kind of my thing.” “His Majesty said you own a bookstore and that you plan on hiring a store manager.” “I promoted my friend to the store manager. She’s been with me since I bought the shop.” “Wise. Someone who already knows the business.” I nodded as he shelved Margaret Mitchell’s classic. “So, I’m sure you’re curious about what is going to happen next.”

he asked and I frowned. "Better question, why not?" I retorted immediately. "You need to give me actual reasons why you think that your company is worthy of my investments my dear. I'm not the kind of man who mixes business with pleasure," he replied and I scoffed. "There's always a first time for everything Mr Deville and besides, Elite fashion is one of the best fashion companies in New York and we have amazing collections that usually sell really well so I'd say that my company is worth your money," I told him confidently.

Inside them are personalized teddies, the exact same ones that were taken from here that the police still have, along with a personalized bedtime storybook each. It probably means more to me that he has got them than the actual girls. Katy instantly cuddles hers while Isabella tries to read her book. “Right, that is all the girls’. This one is for you, Mum.” Jackson hands his mum the small box. Inside is a beautiful broach, something she loves. “Thank you, son.” Hugging him, she smiles. “This one is for you.” Handing Jackson the box, he opens it and laughs. Everyone looks at him, confused.

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

The stores pass by in a blur and the silence in the car is comfortable. My legs are bouncing up and down at different speeds and I’m buzzing with excitement. I’m humming to myself and feel like I’ve slammed eight shots of espresso. The only thoughts on my mind are the stacks of books in the back seat. They call to me. I can almost hear them whispering to me, begging me to read them. One of them particularly calls to me. It’s called The Alpha’s Good Girl and do I need to say anymore about it? The title speaks for itself, but the blurb reached into my soul and I need the pain and pleasure I know it will deliver. The sun is setting and I don’t even question it as I reach down and pinch myself.

No penetration, but I would be okay with kissing someone and maybe some foreplay. By the time dinner rolled around, Tara and I were clutching our sides from laughing so hard. I found out that Tara Loved Smut Books. She told me the Smuttier the better. She even let me look at some of the books she brought with her, and she told me I could borrow to read any one of them that I want. I picked out one called ‘For Whom The Belle Tolls’ by Jaysea Lynn and Tara said I would love that one, and it’s one of her newest favorites.

“No? They have comfortable seating in the back, sofas and books for anybody interested.” “Books at a bar?” “Some stories require something more grounded than coffee.” He driven her to the back and it was like something out of a sitcom. Vintage furniture was orchestrated at different points, giving insinuate alcoves and crevices for individuals to talk or read. He coordinated her to a little table by the raise divider. Racks stacked from floor to ceiling, full of battered ancient books. A bow window neglected a little porch with an lit up pond. “This is so charming.” It was as if she’d ventured into a dream. “It’s one of my favorite places.”

I began to breathe shakily, watching as his pants dropped to the floor. I turned my face away, already catching a glimpse of his cock dangling in between his legs. “You’re finally where I want you, Bambola.” He cooed, moving closer as his fingertip brushed my cheek. His touch made my skin crawl, and a bitter taste rose at the back of my throat. I tilted my head against the wall, my voice cracking. “Stop touching me.” He leaned forward, the strong smell of alcohol mixed with tobacco on his breath. His lips brushed over mine briefly, and I felt the unbearable urge to puke.

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