Dennis R Fusi Novels & Stories

Catherine muttered as she ate her pasta ignoring her laughing friends. "I would love to see the hunk who ignored her." Avery mused as she ate her salad. She and her love for dieting. Joseph's ears perked up as he rounded his eyes around the cafeteria until they finally landed on the man of their conversation. "There to my right two tables away. The lone guy. That is Rasmus Colt." Joseph mused as Avery's jaw dropped and she gaped at Rasmus. Not only her, but Quinn also stared at Rasmus.

Being is bar is directly proportional to getting the hand on first hoe that is present at hand. James Russo turned to her and give her his enraged glare, "you know how much I hate it when you use fowl language. Act like docile woman! And no I wasn't with any other woman. I just enjoyed with friends and came home. Trust me or but I have been faithful to you since our marriage." "Okay," she said calmly and was about to walk out of her room but James Russo held her wrist stopping her. "Okay? After shooting a question as sharp as blade, where are you off too?" He asked with gritted teeth.