Romans & histoires Freddy Rockstar

Freddie grabbed earth's hair, while she moaned, her breast shaking at the pace of his thrust. “Freddie!!” Traumatized at his audacity, I screamed out his name, unable to take everything right. He couldn't even respect the fact that I'm here and stop fucking her. What level of disrespect is that? “Why does this bitch have to disturb us now.” Eartha whispered as Freddie pulled away. “What do you want Maddie? For God's sake can't you just give us a few minutes to finish up?” My heart ached at his words. “Freddie!” I called in disbelief. Trying to comprehend what was happening in front of me.

“The day after they went, I found out the cops caught them, they tried running, and were shot on the spot.” Their images were etched on the back of my mind, too. Freddie’s dark hair, long and barely neat, covered half of his face anytime he let it down, so he tied it up with a band he picked off the floor. His hazel eyes were always sparkling with curiosity about how something was built, and most times, he would talk about how he would live when he finally became a CEO—how he loved suits. Funny Freddie was what I called him. “FF. That’s what I will call my company. Thank you, Aleron.” His boyish voice resounded in my head.