Dirty Comebacks 소설 & 이야기

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

Rebecca smiled, naughty, still feeling his cum running down her legs. “Understood. But I confess… I liked your jealousy. It makes me so fucking wet.” They quickly straightened themselves up. Rebecca tried to clean some of the cum with toilet paper, but she could still feel it dripping as she returned to the party. Her dress was wrinkled, her lips swollen, and a discreet hickey on her neck that she tried to hide with her hair.

I answered, rubbing both palms and grinning evilly. "What is it now?" She stared intensely at me and opened her mouth to talk. "Plus you're happier than I expected you to be." Why wouldn't I be happy when I found the key to my happiness? "A rebound." I beamed, wriggling my eye brows. "Rebound?" She bit out of her apple and blinked rapidly at me. "You mean like a bounce back?" "A rebound you fool." I face palmed then placed both my palms on her shoulders and shook her.

The sun was well up over the treetops the next morning, leaving in its wake a flood of gold. But anything less like sunshine would be hard to find, as Sophia hurled herself from side to side in her bed, greatly beset with doubts. What's going on with Daniel? Why does he act so differently? That uncomfortable feeling of last night just wouldn't go away.

I took off all my clothes and knelt on the floor at the foot of their bed, just like he had ordered in his last message. When Dominic walked in twenty minutes later, he smiled like a man who knew he had completely broken me. “Look at you,” he said, loosening his tie. “Already naked and waiting on your knees. Such a good little homewrecker.” Tears rolled down my cheeks. “I hate myself for coming back. I feel so dirty. If Claire ever finds out, I’ll never recover. She’ll make sure everyone knows what a pathetic slut I am.” Dominic unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, heavy cock. It was already rock hard.

She sucked him clean, then he exploded again, painting her face and tits with thick white streaks. The three collapsed on the bed, covered in sweat, cum, and pussy juice. The women lazily licked each other clean while Johnson caught his breath, feeling completely satisfied. Rebecca was the past. This life is the present, and he wasn't going to waste it, besides, if things go bad, he's sure Rebecca will take him back. So, he's going to enjoy every opportunity now.

It belonged to Lyra. My eyes misted over, and I felt a pang in my heart. Memories of the previous life flooded through my head. When Lyra first brought me home off the streets, I wasn't in a good place emotionally. I had constant mood swings and could fly into a rage without warning. Yet, not only did Lyra not get mad at me for that, but she also didn't mind how dirty I was. She would wipe me down, feed me my medicine, and slowly clear up the mess I'd created in my fits of anger.

Same mischievous smirk that used to make half the team drool. I hadn’t seen her since before I left—back when she thought we were something more than a few nights tangled in sheets. “Didn’t think you’d come back,” she said, walking closer. “Or did you just miss me too much?” Behind her, Liam muttered, “Oh, this is gonna be good. First day back and the man’s already getting laid,” before walking off with a laugh. I ignored him. My gaze stayed on Ava. She looked good. Familiar. Easy.

After hanging a family portrait on the wall, I nodded with satisfaction. There was no longer any sign of Clara anywhere. On the day of the banquet, I spotted Henry in the lounge. In just a month, the once clean-cut college student had become a disheveled mess. His eyes were dull and lifeless. He looked noticeably thinner. His cheekbones protruded sharply, and his hair was messy and unkempt. But when he saw me, a flicker of hope sparked in his eyes.

He paused for a moment, then said, "You really don't have to act like this, Annabelle. I'm just doing all this purely because Whitney just returned from abroad, and we haven't seen each other for years. "After all, we were classmates back then. It’s natural for me to behave more enthusiastically." "Do as you like," I told him flippantly. My attention was on the nail art designs I was looking at with Florence. "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." "Anna," he said, calling me by my nickname, which he hardly ever did. "Whitney just returned to the country and is only just finding her footing back here. Don't you work at a company listed in Fortune Global 500? Can you put in a good word for