Ernesto Calderon Novels & Stories

The day went by with me relaxing by the pool but not swimming since the second I started to take off my shirt to swim in my bra and biker shorts Igor and the hunch back of Notre Dame or other wise known and Ace and the ass hole Pablo who’s still salty from me fucking him uk when we first meet, told me they would lock me in my room and tell Calder if I tried. Again what kill joys. Now I’m chilaxing on the over stuffed chair in the living room when the front door opens and in stumbles Calder with some blonde chick tucked into his side. “Wow your place is so big, you must be super rich” the chick giggles as he brings her closer to his chest and wraps his arms around her waist. He groans and gru

He remembered the couple who took him in, their kindness, how they had changed his fate, and now he was driving an expensive car. He lives in a city of his own. All of that was because of Caroline. And it's true that Hacienda Escobar belongs to Alexa's ancestors. Is it really wrong for him to own it now, instead of being the only legitimate grandson of the late Don Renato Escobar? But no one dared say he was a thief or a usurper. People were delighted that he replaced Geronimo because, like a natural haciendero, he made the lives of his people prosperous and better.