روايات وقصص ضمن Dj Mario Pants Incident

Mario was stationed there, one of my oldest and most reliable men. “Don Dante,” he greeted quickly, standing at attention. “Why the hell hasn’t anyone in this house been picking up their damn phones?” I barked, not slowing down. Mario blinked, startled, patting down his jacket and pants before stammering, “I... I must have left my phone somewhere, sir, I swear I didn’t...” I shook my head, disappointed. “Mario, you should know better.” He swallowed hard, but I didn’t stick around to hear whatever excuse came next. I pushed the door open and moved through the house fast.

He'd just never found a girl willing to let the geekiest of the geeks try any of the techniques out on them. Gio's other big problem was, he couldn't dress like other teens. He had to wear dress pants or loose-fitting cargo pants, because jeans didn't give him enough room and caused him pain. There wasn't anything funny about wearing dress pants and T-shirts it just looked super weird, so he wore polo style shirts. Making him look more like the teachers than the other students. Which got him bullied and teased since he turned ten and couldn't wear shorts or jeans. Thankfully, now days because of board shorts being popular he could wear shorts barely, but not to school. Because that was again

Lying on his stomach, Gerald—who was careful to be quiet as he did all this on the roof—then stared into the yard… Only to see that the bespectacled man was now standing right before Mario! How unexpected! From the looks of it, they seemed to be discussing something important… While their meeting was already astonishing enough, what happened next truly shocked Gerald. Eyes widened, Gerald could only stare as Mario took a dagger from his jacket and stabbed the bespectacled man right in the chest! Mario seemed to have stabbed the man right in the heart too, since the bespectacled man died almost immediately after…

Jordan Miller ~•~ I kind of blamed Alessandro for what happened back at the club. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have been living in his mansion and I wouldn't have had to go to the club. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have had to go to the club and I wouldn't have danced in front of everyone. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have danced in front of everyone and I wouldn't have had a man corner me in the ladies' room.

he explained. Mario did something and said, “That is true. It popped up on my myGram account.” She looked at him and saw that he was scrolling through the pictures again. He stopped and smiled. He looked over at her and said, “This dress is perfect and if you do not wear it, then you are an idiot.”

Not only did he get the new suit he claimed he would, he also got the exact same model of shoes that Williams was putting on that moment- a slap on his 'fashion pride'. Williams smiled again, he knew just how to get rid of those new shoes, he couldn't have anyone compete with his fashion skills. His friend had crossed the line this time, those new shoes would be given as charity; Mario had no idea. "Mario Gaines. You're on time." Williams spoke. "Yes, your highness. I couldn't dare do otherwise." Mario said sealing a smile with his lips. Williams nodded.

It still didn’t change anything, and I had not forgotten everything this man had put me through. “Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Mario spoke. “You’re the only one of my children who I can see as competition.” “I see.” I yawned. “We will have to have a rematch soon.” Our so-called quality time got interrupted by a knock on the door. Mario had an annoyed look on his face. “Enter!” “It’s me, sir.” Panther walked in with a box in his hand, while his eyes didn’t leave mine. “I didn’t know you had company, I’m sorry—“

I looked ahead, making my heart drop in terror as I held the sheets close to my chest. Mario is seated on the couch in a relaxed form, holding out my ripped panties in his fingers. What the..... "Ma....Mario?" I breathed. "How was your night, baby?" he asked with a smirk. Oh God. "From the look of things...." he paused, looking at my ripped panties in his fingers and looked back at me. I gulped in terror. "I think you had a pretty great time," he added. God, what is he doing here?

Davis struggled to dodge Mario's punches and retaliate, but Mario overpowered him. "Don't. You. Fucking. Get. Close. To. Her. Again," Mario growled, punctuating each word with a punch. Davis's face was now bloody, and he was weakening. My screams had attracted my staff, who stood frozen in horror by the door. "He's going to kill him!" I pleaded with my staff, "Come help me stop him, please!" But they shook their heads and backed away gradually. I hesitated to call the police, knowing the attention and criticism it would bring to me and my kids again. Not that I cared, but the thought of my kids suffering harassment because of me was unbearable.