Dirty Laundry Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

His sweaty gym shirt got mixed in with the laundry pile and I grabbed it thinking it was mine, but when I pressed it to my face and breathed in, fuck - the raw, musky scent of him slammed into me like a physical force and my knees buckled and my cunt spasmed around nothing and I knew, I fucking knew, I was completely and utterly ruined. I didn't wash it. I hid it under my pillow instead and promised myself I'd return it tomorrow, that this didn't mean anything, that I wasn't really the desperate little freak this made me look like. Now I have a whole collection. Three shirts, two pairs of his worn boxers, even a sock that still reeks of him in the best possible way. It's depraved - I know it

She was always complaining, slowing everyone down. Jack, on the other hand, seemed to have endless patience and indulgence for her. "Alright. Let's see what's so heavy." He stopped the group, knelt, and opened Dakota's backpack himself. In front of everyone, she carefully pulled out her precious belongings, as if presenting a prized collection. There was a full set of luxury travel-sized skincare, a nearly unused oversized power bank, chips in every flavor, jelly, sour belts… and a heavy jar of peanut butter.

Julian finished inside Ava as the sun began to rise. By 8 a.m. we were up again, fucking in the shower one last time before we had to start cleaning. We scrubbed the house frantically — changing sheets, wiping surfaces, airing out rooms — but the scent of sex lingered faintly no matter what we did. Ava helped, but her touches never stopped. A quick finger in the laundry room. A blowjob for Oliver while I loaded the washer. By early afternoon the house looked almost normal. But we were all still buzzing, bodies marked, eyes full of shared secrets.

“We are not done Riley. Open it to page twenty three. The one where I describe edging a shy girl until she is dripping down her thighs and begging for cock. Read it aloud for me. Slowly. Let me hear every filthy word in your voice and watch how wet it makes you.” His fingers brushed mine when he handed me the journal, sending another spark straight between my legs. I took it in my breath and opened to the page knowing this was the moment everything changed but unable to say no to the promise of safety and the raw dirty pull of his words.

I said, grinning from teeth to teeth like a child. We walked into the library. It looked like it had been a while, since it was in use. We went through several sections which included, finance, self-improvement, ethics, business amongst all. I caught a glimpse of a book I had been wanting to read, “Atomic Habits” by James Clear. I picked it immediately, and started going through it. After a while, I noticed I wasn't hearing any sound from the cook. I looked around and found her wiping tears off her eyes with the hem of her apron.

Until Logan came into the picture Ricky had showed no interest in me. But now that I’m trying to move on he is all over me. I let the warm water wash over me. Logan and Ricky are both messy. When I hear the front door close I know I’m alone again. Insight and wrap a towel around my waste. I stand looking in the mirror for a minute. Do I really think I’m good enough for either of them. I leave the bathroom and head across the hall to my closet putting on some clean comfy clothes and think about what I’m going to eat for dinner.

I never even got to finish reading them, and I do not wish to read them again. I brought out my clothes that Judy messed up, especially my favorite white gown. I almost cried looking at how messed up it has become. I just won't. Because it's my baby that did this. I tossed it to a corner where the other clothes I had to wash were packed. I won't be using the watching machine Grimgor got for this one either. I have to hand wash them to make sure that the dirt goes away. I still couldn't find the scrip anywhere, even as I was done arranging my bag. The book Grandma gave me I was done reading them.

How did I zone out right here? “Girl,” she said, dryly. “Be careful. He doesn’t like his stuff touched.” Now I was confused. Isn’t that... what cleaning is? I used my hands, not my legs. I swallowed the thought. “I know what you’re thinking,” Helen deadpanned. How the— “Yes, cleaning involves touching. Hands working, not legs. But you cannot go through his things. Especially his books.” I smiled awkwardly. She should’ve said that earlier, because... yeah, I already did.

She laughs throwing her head back and nodding while she drains his shirt, twisting it with her hands. "You know what? Fucking Screw this shit!....he wants clean laundry? he'll have clean laundry!" I get up, grabbing all the clothes we had already finished, and ball everything up together in a big mountain pile. I grab the bottle of bleach and pour the whole liquid on top of his clothes. Mind I say most of his clothes are either business suits, or dark-colored, but mainly, business attire. I drain every ounce of that bottle and let it sit for a few minutes, before I rinse, and hang it to dry. Now, to wait for his reaction!

I didn’t like how much I had been pushed down by being a human’s mate. Though, I had told them not to say a word about it to anyone, but I was sure that it was only a matter of time for the news to reach every individual in the pack. I wasn’t looking forward to that at all. My eyes schemed the rows of books that had a purifying liquid on its case. It was a self-cleanser to make it easy for the workers to keep the library pure and clean. In a space of thirty minutes, Tennessee was back with his hand full of books. He looked quite flustered as he handed them over to me. I was going to make sure that I poured through each and everyone of it.