Golden Freddy Standing Up Novels & Stories

Freddie was looking in the right direction. Not at her. Not yet. But closer than he had ever been before. She got up. She had work to do. ---

The man gulped at the sight of the boxes of gold. He had a greedy look in his eyes. "Who exactly are you?" He felt a deep respect for Frederick. After all, Frederick was able to get boxes of gold, which added up to three billion dollars in value, transported here with a single phone call. He had to be someone extraordinary. "Do I need to tell you who I am?" Frederick asked coldly. "Not at all! Give me the gold worth three billion dollars, and I'll immediately disappear from your sight. I won't ever show up again!" The man grinned, nodding eagerly.

I had to get away from them. “Do you routinely drink to excess?” the woman pressed. “Do you have a problem with alcohol?” The gate handle slipped in my sweaty fingers. My heart pounded so hard in my chest I thought I might explode. My vision blurred, either from panic or tears, I wasn't sure. I tugged and pulled on it, struggling to get away. It wouldn't open. Suddenly, the gate swung out, nearly knocking me off my feet. Freddie stood on the other side. His smile was brittle and cold as he looked at the woman and the cameraman.

Dahlia wasn’t about to be apologetic. She only felt that she would gain nothing by escalating the situation further, just because of a woman with a bit of authority. Freddy wasn’t showing any fear either; all he did was look at Sienna perversely. Naturally, he was still quite interested in her. Harvey could see an elderly person in a black robe standing behind Freddy. The person seemed quite inconspicuous, but it was clear that this was no one ordinary. Most likely, it was a Yoga expert from India.

Nothing would tear us apart. “Hey, Frederick!” I yelled, and he froze mid-action, as if my shout had jolted him back to reality. He glanced quickly at me, then lowered his gaze, lost in thoughts that seemed worlds away from this room. I could hear Diego’s heavy breathing from where I stood, silently praying that Frederick wouldn’t force him to take such a dangerous leap from six stories up. These guys were like wild beasts—an inherent part of who they were, like the wheel on a wagon.

I lay down on the floor and then I motioned for Freya to sit on top of me and ride my hard duck which she immediately obeyed. "Aw, fuck!" Freya wince and take a deep sigh as she slowly sat down on my huge and hard dick, I just bit my lower lip trying to hold myself from moaning. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Freya's moans got louder and louder as she quickly ride my huge dick. Freya just propped her hands to my muscular body and then she stared at me as she continued to swing on top of me. My mate is so fucking hot and sexy, her breasts are bouncing as she rides my huge dick and I can't help it anymore, I moan when the pleasure takes over my body.

I forced my gaze up to the wall, to the ceiling, anywhere but there. She stopped in her room, pointed at the far wall where a gold chained pendant hung high above a shelf. “That,” she said. “I need it down.” I looked up, stretching my arm. Damn. Even at full reach, my fingers brushed only air. “Too high,” I muttered, dropping back down. Freya sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically. Then she turned to me. “Carry me.” “What?” “Carry me,” she repeated, as if I were slow.

” Ray lets out furiously, turning on the walkie talkie again. “You have less than ten seconds to leave this place, Freddie, if that is even your real name.” Ray called out to him, warning him to step back. But Freddie refused to move, even when his guards tried to warn him to turn around. We saw them trying to pull him back, but he refused to adhere to their advice. He stood on the same spot trying desperately to get Ray and I to come out.

I froze, and my mouth dropped open. Freddie, who these past few days could barely lift his own head, the man I still had to assist every time he was fed, and who could barely open his mouth due to extreme weakness, was now sitting perfectly straight. His right hand, which had slammed the table, held a terrifying force, and his face was no longer pale. It had color now, and his eyes were glaring with rage. I gripped the side of my skirt tightly. I was completely shocked. "Freddie..." was all I could whisper. Freddie reached for my hand and kissed it.

At Kadia, I entered through the back door as I normally did. And when I reached the VIP room, I saw Frederick wasn’t alone. Two young women dressed in skin-tight, almost nude colored glittering dresses sat on the edge of the sofa. They were sipping on champagne and giggling with each other. Frederick was on his phone before he looked up and saw me. “Hey!” Frederick got up and embraced me. “Am I interrupting something?” I was under the impression that we were going to have a private conversation.