Dearest Missy Novels & Stories

He didn't finish his food again. ~°~°~°~°~ I'm on the terrace, staring blankly into the sky while thinking of Missy. To tell you the truth, Missy was my first love. I liked her the first time I saw her and the longer it went on the more I liked her. She's simple but gorgeous, fearless, and she's always being herself. She doesn't care what others would say to her. Who wouldn't fall for her?

“That didn’t answer my question.” Ryan leaned toward Dad. “How long before she threatens him?” “Twenty seconds,” Dad replied. Missy crossed her arms. “Nothing happened. I went to classes, finished my project, bought groceries, and came home.” “Did you drive?” “No. I walked.” “Alone?” Her green eyes narrowed. Ryan checked an imaginary watch. “Fourteen seconds.” “Chase,” Missy said slowly, “I am twenty-two.” “I know how old you are.” “Then stop questioning me like I’m twelve.”

she inquired. "I'm going to the mall today to buy decorations for Christmas. It's a shame that we still don't have any decorations when our neighbors' houses already put lights in front of their houses," I explained. "Y-yes, Miss, I want to come," she eventually replied. "Where are you, girls, planning to go?" The maid and I turned our heads to the person speaking. Felicity's radar was quite impressive to hear what we were talking about because he was still right in the middle of the grand staircase, and he managed to hear what the servant said.

I retrieved the files from his hands gracefully, though I was dreading taking the time out to do so. He smiled at me almost apologetically, "I would be lost without you Callie! Really, you're a life saver. Please see that they go directly to Mr. Monroe himself, nobody else. Not a receptionist, nobody else." Mitchell repeated his instructions every time he caught my attention up until my lunch hour, which would now consist of a bagel and coffee from the local coffee shop.

He only loved Diana, who was now out of Michael's reach. "Okay, master, it's my pleasure," Payton said as he bowed before leaving the room. After Payton left, Michael sighed as he glanced at the calendar, which was marked with the words "funeral day." "Well, today is the day I will see you again, please wait for me, my darling," Michael said while holding the necklace tightly around his neck. . . . As usual, silence fills the dining room as they eat. The only sound that was heard was the clinking of cutlery.

Thank God otherwise she would have Doomed my day. I took my seat while catching my breathing. "Thank God you are on time." Layla said twirling her pen with her straight hair strand. We are going well together and i don't mind her company. She is nice and she is good at maths. She is helping me little bit and because of her i am sitting in the first bench otherwise i would be hiding somewhere in last benches. "But looks like Miss Taylor is late today" I replied. "Didn't you hear the news?"

♠︎♠︎♠︎ Mr Williams POV: I lose myself in her tight warm pussy. Slick with her creamy juices. She feels incredible, tightly wrapped around me like this. Her silky soft skin gives way under my touch and I can't get enough of her. She is so fucking beautiful, arched back against me like this, golden hair splayed over her face and bare full breasts. God! I fucking love her. I can't believe I hadn't realized this a long time ago. Thank God my son opened my eyes. I don't care what anyone says, I have got mila forever.

The staff gave us a card, and then we got into the elevator. “Angeli, what kind of bachelorette party is this? Ate Angie and Ate Kara didn’t come... Don’t tell me you’re leaving me here too?” Angeli didn’t answer. The elevator opened on the sixth floor, and she dragged me down the dark hallway. “Martha... Don’t waste this moment, okay? It’s just one night. One chance to score with someone else. After this, you won’t be available anymore. Don’t miss this chance, and just make this night amazing.”

He ordered the driver to start the car and sped off, disappearing into the night. The street was still busy with traffic, but time seemed to stand still. There was only Zack and me with my loosened bra at that moment. The neckline of my blouse fell directly at my decollete. The fabric trembled ever so slightly along with the rhythmic rise and fall of the heartbeat within my chest. Zack looked up and glanced at me, not hiding the disdain in his eyes. I swiftly hooked my bra back in place and gave him a smile. "What are you looking at? Never seen a beauty before? If you're willing to spend, I'll entertain you too."