Novel & Cerita Don't Get Too Comfortable Sweetheart

"Sweetheart, I don’t get jealous. I get even." A slow, delicious shiver ran through her. "You want to play?" she whispered. Adrian’s smirk deepened. "Oh, sweetheart. I always play to win."

Well damn " I don't know what you are talking about sweetheart" Maybe she will buy it " I'm sure you don't. Just do me a favor. If you get the spine to ask her please don't hurt her. She is a gentle soul and really needs a good guy" I would never do that

Hell no. Marco leaned back in his chair. “Don’t lie, sweetheart. You were happy to help.” “I was not happy!” I snapped. Dwayne’s eyes narrowed. “Wait. Did he just call you sweetheart?” I swallowed nervously and started to shake my head. My mouth opened, but no words came out and when it did, I wished I had kept it shut. “That’s… that’s not what he meant.” Marco chuckled. “Oh, come on. Don’t be shy now.”

BECK- PRESENT “I think you've had more than enough sweetheart.” I say with a smile. “That’s not my name.” She replies with a giggle and I'm lost. My taste in women has always revolved around the bold and hot. This woman, though, is pushing my buttons!

“Safe...” Ouch… “Only that…?” “Nonthreatening… Comfortable…” she whispered again. “Every guy’s dream after a long night of sex is to be told he’s comfortable…” “Oh, Lennon, you know what I mean… Come on, I’m being serious here.” She stretched luxuriously, making him want to pounce on her again.

" Who would you rather lie to? Me or him" " him" Smiling I pat her head "That's my good girl " Leaning close I kiss her cheek "Do your job well and then, I will reward you with a deep kiss, lips on lips" Withdrawing I watch how shy, blushed, and determined she is " is this a deal sweetheart? " She nods "Yes it is "She hugs me, taking me by surprise, the urge to push her away is overwhelming but I have to overcome that, I can't mess this up, I have already got it in complete motion, turns out love make people stupid " I like you, Damon "

"I’m usually clumsy, but I didn’t mean to slip." "No worries. I’m Darth." His smile.... father lord, I almost fan-boyed on the spot. "I’m Klein," I replied, my voice cracking slightly. Shit. He smiled again. ‘Oh my days…’ I screamed inside. ‘Is this how people fall in love?’ "Cute," he murmured. HE CALLED ME CUTE. Congratulations to me... because at this rate, I wouldn't mind becoming man-whore… He stepped back a little. "I’ll be on my way now."

The air was thick with the scent of men’s cologne. I was getting dizzy. I tried to copy what the surrounding people were doing, but I only managed to move awkwardly to the beat. The dress that Grace had picked for me worked. Soon, I noticed people on the dance floor moving closer to me. I tensed up when they brushed against me. Before long, a bold guy stepped forth, and I looked up at him. He had messy blonde hair and black obsidian earrings. He looked like a street thug. He tapped me on the shoulder and theatrically adjusted his gold-framed glasses.

I watched our hand sway gently between us as we walked and marvel at the way they fit perfectly together. " Dinner sweetheart ". Was all he said as we continue to walk through the pack, getting further away from everyone, I was beginning to get annoyed, my leg was still not fully healed and was beginning to throb the more we walk, I think he could sense my annoyance as he bends to carry me in his arms kissing my cheek and smiling at me.

There was something intimidating about him, too. His aura was powerful. Not just powerful. Very powerful. Yet his expression was surprisingly friendly. “Thank you, sweetheart.” I blinked. Sweetheart? I frowned slightly. “Is there anything else I can get you?” He smiled. “No, this is perfect.” That’s what he said, but he continued to stare at me, and I was starting to get uncomfortable. I shifted uncomfortably. “Sir?” “Yes, sweetheart?” “Could you please refrain from doing that?” His eyebrows lifted. “Doing what?”