George X Mr P の小説・ストーリー

MAYA “ What the hell is going on here!! “ I couldn't help but exclaim as I walked in on my boyfriend Lucas Sanchester and Chloe Spencer having hot and steamy sex on the bed that I walked my butts off to buy. So all my colleagues at the flower shop told me it was all true!. The whole room reeked of their sweat and the sex they were having.

There was only one other seat in front of Golvarian. Just as he heard Xander walking towards him, the older man with thick glasses put down the book he was reading and smiled brightly at his first meeting with Xander, although Xander doubted he would be that friend when he saw him just passing by, "Hello! You must be Mr. The rogue prince!" His voice sounded cheerful and friendly. If not, maybe he was just an excellent actor. He knew how many people he might have scared and intimidated in his business. "Yes, sir. I-"

he asked with raised eyebrows. "Yeah My Xavier In Shining Armor"I said in a duh tone. "Well then MRID I'm just wondering why you aren't a model with those legs"he said. 😀😀😀☺️☺️☺️🌚🌚🌚If you only knew. "MRID?"I also asked. "Yeah if I'm your MXISA then your my MRID meaning My Riley In Distress"he said walking towards the bed and I walked into the closet and change into my pyjamas and walked back to the bed.

A man wearing a gray uniform with a high collar and a shiny bald head gave me a polite smile. - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm George Dewes, Mr. Mason's butler. He asked me to help you. I felt my mouth drop open. Did the guy really have a butler? For heaven's sake! What kind of world did these rich people live in? Certainly a much more classic one than mine. George kept looking at me and I realized that I must have looked like an idiot with my mouth hanging open. Then my spirit returned to my body and I tried to answer him:

“Mr. Lawson, look at how thoughtful my friend is. She gave us an antique wooden Saint George statue as a gift. Can you take a look please?" Martin grinned as he heard her words, his white teeth gleaming against his dark skin. “I love wood more than anything. Bring it here and let me take a look.”

To her surprise and dismay, Maisie asked for an exact time. The marketing director had no choice but to say, "Tomorrow, before 9:00 am." Maisie nodded. "Alright." Just then, a charismatic voice rang out from behind the door. "Things seem to be pretty happening today." Maisie frowned slightly. The man who sauntered into the office wore an olive green suit and had one hand in his pocket. He looked to be about Andrew's age, and there was a hint of distance in his handsome face. The directors turned to look at him. They all knew who he was. "Mr. Xeno, what are you doing here?"

X smiles at her curiosity, "The tailfeathers are a sight to behold," Mr. X tells her in a gravelly voice. Ada shyly pushes his boxers down. The tailfeathers are done in a metallic ink and sparkle in reds, oranges, purples and greens. They are splayed out over his member and upper thighs. Ada takes in his dick. It's shorter than Duke but thicker. "Are you a virgin?" Mr. X asks. "No," Ada tells him.

he said with a cheerful smile, but his last phrase made me glare at him with suspicion. Who told him I am Mrs.? "Well, sorry that I forgot to introduce myself earlier. My name is Nicholas, but you can call me Nick. I'm the secretary in this organization. Whenever you need anything, just tell me," he said, being friendly. I won't lie; he sounds like a happy person worth befriending, but I'm not going to do that here.

" I nodded and left the room. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I realized I had left my underwear behind again - this time in the bathroom. I had taken it off when I went in to get the bowl of water and had carelessly left it on the sink. I cursed under my breath. What was wrong with me? Why was I forgetting important things? I rushed back upstairs, not thinking, and burst into the bedroom. As I burst into the bathroom, I was met with a shocking sight. Xavier was standing there, naked, holding my underwear in his hand. He was staring at it intently, as if trying to figure out where it came from.

A maid soon served us a glass of orange juice while both Mr and Mrs George’s faces lit up with appreciation running through their faces as soon as they saw the gift basket and wine handed by my security to the maid. “That’s so thoughtful! You remembering is so heartwarming. Thank you sweetheart, it explains why you’re so blessed with an amazing family who cares for you.” She appreciated it but my mind was divided and screaming at me. What the hell is going on with Mr George, whom I had known for years? I mean I knew he was getting older but sick? Liv had not mentioned that he sounded ill.