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Lara jumped, extending her hand to snatch it, but Duncan proved to be faster once again by raising his hand. Duncan stretched his palm to her face and pushed her, shoving her to the bed as his eyes took in sight of the opened page. His brows drew into a frown when he saw Thorlon's name cursively written with pretty flowery designs beside the printed words. "Lara, have you been seeing a fanged god?" Duncan's jaw grew tight, and his eyes fixated on her small frame on the bed. She sat up, folding her arms over her chest and looking away. "I have not been seeing anyone."

A growl from Duncan reminded him just how jealous he could be. “A kiss from you, Dun. Don’t kill me right now.” When Duncan didn’t reply, he added, “I meant figuratively—nothing mouth to skin.” The mated male clicked his tongue, still glaring. “I think I’ve got some work on my table. I gotta go,” Lucas excused himself, inwardly amused. “It’s good to have you around, friend.” “Little punk,” Duncan scoffed after Lucas left, then returned his gaze to the sketch. The fine drawing was detailed, pulling his attention and making him decide to stay a little while longer—but not for long. He needed to get back to Arianna.

Duncan really seemed to have his days—what do I care? I turned towards the stairs and made my way up. I collapsed on my bed almost immediately—i didn't get a good night sleep on the floor. I needed a hot bath and some good food—might as well say hello to Lydia. ~°~ “This current project we're on is one you won't regret investing in, Mr Davis” Duncan assured “It's a partnered deal with Tucker's Oil and Construction which stands as one of the top construction companies in New York. Your finances are in reliable hands, Sir”

"I like that," Tad said as he ran his fingers over it. "I designed it," Duncan admitted with a grin. "I love art." "Got any more?" Tad asked. "Yeah, but I'll have to take my pants off." He took Tad's hand and led him back into the bedroom. "You have any?"

"The rental agreement didn’t say anything about living with a wild woman." I chuckled. Dera laughed and leaned forward. "Only when I drink." "I’ll remember that," Duncan replied with a grin that lingered a second too long. We laid out another hand. Cards flipped. Breath held. Duncan growled. "Fuck." He pushed himself up from his chair. He towered over us. My eyes dragged over his body as he unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was firm. His shoulders wide. A tattoo of a fighter jet curved across his forearm. He didn’t look sculpted, but he looked strong. I remembered Dera walking in on him the other night. She had seen this before.

I get out my charcoal and draw his hands holding his drumsticks. "Maybe you could design us a new Black Sparrows band logo. Maybe you should study graphic design. Just a thought art girl." Dante takes my new drawing and holds it proudly. "Thanks. I will keep that in mind. And don't worry about what you said earlier. Maybe we could make this work. Want to have another study date and actually study this time?"

Duncan moved his feet further into the bedroom, only to find Min-a sprawled over his bed with a full outfit, including his Vans shoes. That brought a fond smile to his face, he was glad to know the boy was still yet to change. He would always want to dress up even if they weren't going out but he would make a big fuss about taking his clothes off and how hard it was. Duncan was about to wake him up from his sleep when he found a half-done painting on a canvas stand. The facial structure and tone struck a sense of familiarity, drawing him closer. The nearer he got, the more he began to understand why it was starting to look really familiar.

Duncan asked excitedly. “I was hoping you'd tell me,” I muttered. “Your sex tape,” Duncan answered. “It shows both of us having passionate sex. I have been rewatching it these days and erm… you are one of the best in arching. I have missed that.” My heart skipped a beat. “I did no sex tapes!” I replied firmly. “Not with you or anybody else.” “None that you know of…” Duncan had a ugly smirk on his face. I could tell he was enjoying himself right now. He was toying with me.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

CRYSTAL POV Okay! Hear me out. There’s something called a big dick, and then there’s DUNCAN’S DICK. Duncan Griffin was... Man, he was fuckin’ gifted. Hell, that man didn’t lack anything in all the departments. I have never really been a fan of giving head. Let me just say it was the least favorite thing to do in all of these sex wantons and shits; but seeing his little big guy in front of me, all veiny and angry and all ready to plow me till I forgot everything about life, I knew I was a goner.