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Juicy put her hand on her hips and tapped her foot in annoyance, staring at everyone in the room until they averted their eyes. She continued, despite the fact that she had no one to focus her anger on. "And first of all; those are not from a box or from the corner store. Those are fresh made. Second; fresh blueberries cost good money when people gotta be pigs about things!" Juicy put her hands back into the woman's hair. She pulled the comb through tensely. "So, if you all get hungry then you need to just pack a damn lunch, shit." She mumbled.

Without uttering any more words, she engrossed again in her work. Cherry face down, a gloomy submerged in her eyes, “Please Tara… there is no one to listen to me…”, when she said this, Tara's hand suddenly paused, she stood up and swiftly hugged Cherry. Actually, Cherry was an orphan, her parents died in an accident when she was only seven years old. One of the servants who were working at the Ryan mansion was a good friend of Cherry’s father, he brought Cherry with her to the mansion and explained to Ryan her circumstances.

Just perfect as she thought. “Nice meeting you, sir. You can notify Lora if you have removed that part and we’ll arrange some time for that,” said she. Author's Note: Hello, I hope you enjoyed the story. Trace of Ink is about to end and I would love to hear your insights and critics. Please drop a comment, that would be much appreciated. Thank you :)

I snapped, my jaw clenching hard as I stared at the amount of documents sprawled all over my desk with Cherry standing in the middle of it, her back facing me "I'm fucking talking to you, what is this supposed to mean?" I growled, taking long strides to the person who stood like she had suddenly gone deaf. And just as I walked closer to her, she turned around, her eyes fixed on a piece of paper in her hand "What do you...," "Kaden, what exactly is this?" Cherry snapped, turning the paper to my face. The paternity test I opened my mouth to speak but shut it back watching as her eyes darkened, the look I had never seen on my Cherry's face

Random letters typed themselves across my tits in real time, the smudged ink ribbon dragging black streaks over pale flesh, marking my nipples, my cleavage, my collarbone with gibberish that looked like ecstatic code. He fucked me harder. Faster. The mechanical clacking grew frantic matching the wet slap of his balls against my ass, the obscene squelch of my cunt clenching on nothing. Ink smeared everywhere: across my breasts, dripping down my sides, staining the desk. My body became the page.

The ink was dark, permanent, and simple. "We are no longer the code or the beast; we are the breath between the notes."

Cam had me weak the whole lunch, especially when he dissed Chynna I mean I've seen people turn red before but her flashlight ass was like a damn tomato. And it didn't even stop at lunch, for my last two classes me and him was having a debate through text on what shade of red she turned either the color of a baboons ass or a ripe tomato.

As she took his hand in hers, she said. “What?” Christ was stunned! All this time, Cherry had never been this sweet. She would either cry or cry even harder to leave the place with them. “What do you want?” Christ looked at her in shock and asked. Cherry did not know how to answer him, but she knew how to act it all out. She looked at his and pecked on his lips, “Somehow, this is what I want, if you want to give me, then do it!” She said this as she wrapped her hands around his neck and behind his head and kissed him more passionately.

Peter says and hands Ink a can of Pepsi. Cherry had been staring blanking at the full-length mirror in the dressing room for ten minutes lost in her own thoughts. She remembered Ink’s threats when he promised to do the honor of stripping her clothes and wearing her whatever they find appropriate so they can get out of the boutique, and since she wasn’t owned or claimed by Rex they were free to treat her like a doll but without an assault.

"Oh please, don't play innocent. You think this little accident you had would stop me or my father from going after you. You have what belongs to me and until I get it, you won't rest" Cherry rose from the bed, her hair flying behind her shoulders. There was a fire burning in her eyes and Kristen could feel the heat radiating off of her body. Even though they shared similar characteristics, there was a certain difference between them. For example, while Kristen had deep black curls, Cherry had long red hair tied in a loose ponytail.