Che Mack Nude Novels & Stories

"You should stop changing the subject, Madison—we're talking about the bastard you're carrying in your belly right now. "You see, the records in the notebook have made it clear that you only slept with Anthony three weeks ago, but the ultrasound says you're six weeks along. Who exactly is the father of the child, Madison?" I clenched my fists until my fingernails dug into my palms, the sharp pain helping me hold onto my last shred of composure. I stared directly at Anthony, who was standing behind Emily, and asked, "Do you not believe me too, Anthony? Do you think I've been cheating on you?"

The level of her excitement knew no bond. "Yes, in his house. He was so strong and bang...bang....bang, and oh god, I just couldn't get enough of him." At this point Alice was crying with laughter, both hands covering her mouth. Her eyes were shiny with happy tears. Steven was amazed at the fact that she was taking everything happily. The real problem now is his mother and David's. He isn't going to tell them he fucked David. But he was going to tell them he's gay. "That's the most beautiful thing, I've heard in years. " Alice said, coming down from her high.

Her long hair was always in a ponytail, which Pat constantly nagged her to highlight with caramel balayage. "Yes!" the two chorused loudly. She was wearing a midnight blue draped asymmetrical maxi skirt that revealed one of her thighs. Her top was a cream-colored halter. She still felt uncomfortable with her bare arms showing. "Girl, you're going to be seen on TV while handing those documents to Maverick Logan," Maki said, even shaking her shoulder for emphasis. "You can’t show up looking like a nun. You’d ruin RTA’s image," Pat added, laughing.

The hem hit mid-thigh, which was shorter than I was comfortable with but it was all I had. My nude heels weren’t sky-high but high enough to make me feel feminine. Maverick wore navy blue slacks, with a button down shirt that molded to him nicely through the shoulders and chest. “You look nervous?” he said. I huffed. “I am. I’ve never been to one of these things.” He smiled and offered me his hand. “Well, you’re in luck, because neither have I. Come on.”

she whispered and I stroked her face. "I know, but a few pounds will lead to a few more, and before you know it, you will be in the same size clothes as what my fat ex wore." "She was a size eight," Macky huffed out at me. "I know… but she did nothing about it." I gave her a disgusted look. "God, I hated touching her or seeing her naked; really, babe, tummy rolls are not sexy." Macky covered her tummy and I knew that I have gotten her to change her mind. "But if you want to go out—" Macky didn't even let me finish before she covered my mouth, kissing me.

“And you do not have to respond. You do not have to forgive me. You do not have to say anything at all. I just need you to hear it.” Eli’s hands stilled on his laces. He did not move. Mack stood up. He walked over and sat on the bench across from Eli. Close, but not too close. His hands rested on his knees. His head was bowed. “Seven years ago, I was an idiot,” Mack said. “I was nineteen years old, big and stupid, and I thought I was untouchable. I ran my mouth without thinking. I made a joke about you staring at someone. I did not know you were gay. I did not know you were hiding it. I just thought I was being funny.”

“I'm making Thai food.” Maggie Branson turned to Katie, her green eyes sparkling. “Tell us the truth now: exactly how hot is this guy?” Katie grinned. “Smoking. Like, crazy, insane hot. I have photographic evidence.” “Show! Show!” Reena Mackay clamored from Mia’s kitchen. She added milk to her coffee and came back into Mia’s bright living room. Katie attached her camera card to Mia’s laptop, and the women gathered around to look at the photos. When Nick appeared on the screen, Mia felt lust and longing curling in her stomach.

All the color drained from her face. Benjamin shot to his feet, pointing at the photos. "Tyler... what is this? Where did that $50,000 go?" "N-No. It's not what it looks like! Lindsay, please. Let me explain!" Tyler went pale. For the first time, he looked scared. He lunged for the papers. I shoved him away. "Explain what? How you kissed your old flame backstage at graduation while my mom was in cancer surgery?" He hit the floor. I looked down at him.

or to you. His words cut through me like a scalpel. No matter how tightly I clench my fists under the sheets, I feel the dampness of my palm, the cold sweat of helplessness. I close my eyes for a moment. An image emerges, brutal: Cassandre. Her dark eyes, her sharp words, that mix of sickly love and hatred. — Cassandre, I whisper, my voice broken. Moreau's eyebrow barely raises. But his pen stops, ready to note.

“Right. A naked man. If you are on a business trip, I’ll sit here and watch this little naked guy, hoping he would turn to human.” “This is a bad idea.” I picked the naked man again and examined it. “What the fuck? How long exactly his cock is?” The tip of his cock was exposed between his legs as he was sitting, and I did not precisely notice that before. Maverick barked out laughing, shaking her head in delight as she took it from me. “You broke the Guinness Book of Record, little guy.” She then looked at me. “You did not notice this before? Who’s the artist anyway? Let me guess, a guy with a huge ego.”