Dc The Don Name Novels & Stories

Don sat down but we were still standing and clapping as his eyes came towards me. Looking at me from head to toe ‘ I will say he’s undressing me with his eyes’, sitting down the party started, His achievements, all about him from all his billionaire friends including almost all the musicians who I just realised he promoted lots of them, I also realised you can call him DON ADAMS I must confess it was a wow as we have never seen something like this before, but all this while my boss Don couldn’t stop looking at me and I must also confess looking at his body on the body hug.

“She’s strong. Obedient. She’ll work hard for you. Please, Don. Forty-eight hours. That’s all I need.” The Don stood up slowly. He was taller than I expected, towering over my father. He walked past him and stopped right in front of me. Close enough that I could smell his cologne; dark, expensive, masculine. He looked down at me, eyes tracing the swell of my breasts again, then lower to where my skirt hugged my wide hips and ass. “What’s your name?” he asked me directly. “Sofia,” I whispered, barely able to speak. “Sofia,” he repeated, tasting my name. His gaze dropped to my lips, then lower again. “You understand what your father is offering me?”

Chapter 16 The Don stared at his phone holding a cigarette in the other hand, he began to wonder on what to do, He wanted to call David but the phone calls where happening regular something he wasn't proud of. He still couldn't figure out why on earth David wanted his son to marry Dora. It was a good opportunity to attack he felt, everyone would he so busy. The Don thought he could use one it with the new girls to find a way to get Ryan, Dora would have to save herself in the meantime, with that thought in mind, he called Ben over to his bedroom and the latter came a while later

I thought I would get a really cool spy name, like 007. "So, Donald, what is your really cool spy name?" "Don." Again with that adorable smile, she thought. "Don is a nice spy name, and a nice non-spy name, too. I think Mel is a great spy name. Think I'll keep it." "Sounds good to me, too." Melanie followed Don into the elevator which then descended another two floors. The door opened to a massive firing range. "Don, this place is huge."

The hotel was Alessandro's pick. Nothing tied to the Santoro estate or Dante's place. Just a neutral suite in Midtown, booked under a fake name. "Mr. and Mrs. Romano," the desk clerk said with a nod. "Romano?" Dante raised an eyebrow in the elevator. "First thing that popped in my head." Alessandro stared at the rising numbers. "Didn't want to debate last names right there at check-in." "Moretti. That's what we talked about."

Don stared at us, his voice descending into a cold whisper. "Alpha Jay Merlot."

“They didn’t grow up together. There’s nothing weird about it.” “Okay, don’t get defensive,” Zara says. My mind races as they talk. Could that happen to my child? That’d be disturbing. It’s a one-in-a-million chance, but still. He’s the first donor I’ve liked—I want to stick with him. There’s no way my kid will meet their sibling, right? “Let’s begin the paperwork,” Harriet announces, interrupting my thoughts as she reenters. “We’re going with Donor 3757, correct?” I nod, glancing at her, then him. One in a million, but—

"What has that got to do with anything?" "The school Don has only ever been with girls of his class." "Who is the school Don?" "Don't worry your pretty head about that. In our world, it's the secret title of whoever is ruling the largest or dominant frat." Boma was still confused. "Who?" she asked. "Your boyfriend." Paulet clarified. Boma anxiously assimilated the information. "Are you going to answer my question or not?" Boma was confused "What question?" "Are your parents rich?"

The chauffeur we had seen the day before came to us but looking more casual. Today instead of looking official, he had dressed in shorts along with a top to fit and a huge smile on his face. “I'll be sort of your guide today and I know you want to know my name, so in case you need me, I'm Don" I didn't need anyone to tell me that was short for something, Donald if I was very lucky but we all agreed to do so. Once everyone was settled, the day began.

“Another boy who thinks he can burn the world cleaner than the last one.” He smiles—small, polite, no warmth. “My name is Gideon Voss. I believe you’ve heard of my associates.” “The Clean Slate.” I lean back. “You’re the one who gave it the name.” “Names matter. They shape perception.” He lifts his espresso cup—porcelain so thin I can see light through it. “You’ve been pruning my garden, Amara. Elena was sloppy. You were… efficient. I’m impressed.” “I’m not here for compliments.”