Double Jill Dahlia 소설 & 이야기

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

Tss. I'm really curious about that woman. Dahlia is her name. Tsk. I think she needs to prepare to meet me in person. @Death Wish

“Happy New Year, Dahlia.” Happy New year Bram”

she batted her eyelashes at me and I turned to her in surprise. “Dahlia?” I called, as she pulled me in a for a hug, her hand cradling the back of my neck so I could feel the pinch of her acrylic nails. I knew Dahlia, she was the princess of corporate America being the heir to one of the largest finance companies in the US. We had a run-in some years after things had ended with Jessica. We met in a convention and she had hated my guts at first because of my non chalance and my natural disinterest in whatever was going on, but the retreat had stretched out into a drunken party that night and somehow she had ended up in my bed and I never saw her again – except right now and she was sparkling

I don't care about that answer either. “Don't go next time.” Dahlia is a girl who is always obedient and gentle. She shouldn't be at the bar. "I don't like it."

Dahlia took the 2x4 from my hands and walked over to the saw. Dahlia is my niece. She is 18 years old, and beautiful as can be. She stands right at 5'2" inches tall. She has long blonde hair, green eyes, full pouty lips and just a few freckles splashed across her pert little nose. Her body is lean from all the running she does, and she has very shapely, muscular legs with the most incredible backside that I have ever laid eyes on.

"What is it doctor?" "Dahlia is having serious deficiency in iron. I don't know if you noticed the symptoms but she's facing difficulties in breathing. She's anemic. Her red blood cells are so low. I'll place her on an iron supplement and dietary plan. But i advise a blood transfusion as soon as possible. I also noticed she's an AB negative. That's a rare blood type, ma'am." I stopped hearing his voice, my eyes filled with tears. How is this possible? Dahlia eats healthy food. How can she be anemic to the point where she needs a blood transfusion? An Ian is the one with the AB negative blood type. I'm doomed.

And then I found the word, bold and clear, right there in the title. Doll. I looked up at him. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Something that looked like satisfaction. “I want you to be my Doll,” he said. Mia made a sound behind me, a sharp intake of breath, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it.

My words stop as I see Cal now notice she is wearing peepholes, his face is Oscar-worthy. “Nothing else. See you around.” Jake rushes off, and I walk through to Cal. He’s clearly struggling to concentrate with Daisy so close, and exposed. “Well?” I grin at him. “Blueprints look good. Just marking a few spots that need a few changes. Then, I will go back to the meeting.” He holds a highlighter in his hand. Smiling, I step behind Daisy. She is sitting on the corner of the paper. One leg lay across the desk and holding the paper, the open hanging down the desk to the floor. Her legs are wide open, and the costume she wears taunts me.

she said, and I laughed. “Oh no, I haven’t forgotten,” I said. So while we were busy chatting and gisting, somebody walked in through the door and my jaw dropped. It was Bianca and she was looking ever so beautiful as ever. It was as though she reversed aged. Each time I saw her she looked younger than she was before. She was so beautiful and had a jaw-dropping, magnificent aura. Her long blonde hair was styled in loose curls, her blue eyes sparkled with confidence, and her red lips curved into a perfect smile. She wore a tight-fitting black dress that hugged her curves and a pair of high heels that made her legs look endless. She carried a designer handbag that probably cost more than my ca