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The man stepped forward taking off his glasses, his eyes wide. "Hold on... Lucian! Is the famous Alexander Sterling banging a lady in an abandoned warehouse?" "Seems like it, boss," one of his goons answered. They all burst into laughter. This was fucking embarrassing. My cheeks were burning as I quickly adjusted my clothes, trying to cover my skin. I quickly straightened my dress and slid off the counter. Alex didn't say a word. He stood there with his fists clenched, his jaw tight. He knew exactly who they were.

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

“ don’t think that I am dumb , for goodness sake this is my house and for you to get assured and stop being scared , I want you to know that the bed is waterproof , all I just have to do is for my bed sheet to be changed . I nodded my head to his words and that was when the questions that I have been wanting to ask him came into my head . “ So tell me daddy , can ask you any question . He nodded his head at me and just smiled . I knew that no matter how hard I tried to pretend like I didn’t want to ask that damn questions , I had to ask about it anyway . “ So tell me daddy , you are going to be 50 in a short while and you want to tell me that you don’t have kids and most times I wonder how y

"Ride me then I'll give you your ride." Excuse me? Did he just ask me to have sex with him? After all that has happened between us? The insults we've thrown at each other? And now he wants this 32 year old liar that he seems to be disgusted with the moment he learned my real age, to ride him? "Is this another one of your stupid-but-NOT-funny-AT-ALL jokes? Because you did it. It's not funny." AT ALL. He smirks despite my rage, "Come here, I'd like to confirm the complaint you submitted earlier."

So I reluctantly follow him. “Clear the room guys!” He says to a couple making out in his room. The girl giggles. “Would there be a threesome? We would love to join you guys! Make it an orgy may be,” She says, leering at Riley. I roll my eyes hard enough to see the back of my head. “Seriously! She is drunk! You are practically suggesting a felony.” I tell her sternly. “Jeez, I was just joking.” ‘Learn to make better jokes.’

I growled and snapped at him. Dumb hooked his hand into the waist of my shorts and yanked them off, he tossed them over his shoulder. He started to push my sweatshirt up. Dirty said, "Open your mouth wide bitch." He had opened the front of his jeans, his cock was in his hand, he was stroking it. Dumb grabbed me by my hair, "Yeah, open wide baby. You're gonna get a mouthful." He laughed. He yanked my hair hard and my mouth opened as I screamed. Dirty pushed his disgusting cock into my mouth.

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she says lazily. My blood chills. No, no, please don’t... don’t you fucking dare. I shake my head fast and hard, urging her not to do this. Mark turns toward her. “What does that mean?” She smirks and leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “You’re still hoping to make money from the street? That’s old news. There are apps now. Daddies Kingdom, Daddies Underground, Sugar Babies, Domme Kingdom.” Mark squints, confused. “Can you say that in simple fucking terms?”

Zion already sprawls in the back like he owns the damn minivan with one arm hooked over the seat while basketball shorts sling so low the waistband are a temptation. His thighs spread wide enough to scream ‘plant your needy little ass right here, sis, and don’t pretend you haven’t been dreaming about it.’ I’m nineteen and my pussy has been on a hair-trigger for him since the day our parents swapped rings in that tacky backyard ceremony. He’s twenty-two and looks like the kind of guy who could ruin your life, film it, and make you thank him for the viral clip. I crawl in with my sundress riding up my thighs. There are no panties because Jada’s psycho ass slid into my DMs at 3 a.m. with a voic