Novel & Cerita Hamilton Pick Up Lines

Hamilton standing outside my room. She smiled. “Good morning, Lana. How are you?” “Hi, Mrs Hamilton,” I said, forcing a smile onto my face. “Do you need help with something?” “Yes.” She handed me a notebook. “I have no idea where my eldest son is.” He is in my bathroom with a hard-on.

He was about to go jerk off himself as well when the phone rang. "Hello?" he said, picking up the receiver. As he answered Stuart came out of the bathroom, that had been quick, Mike thought to himself. "Is that Sticky Situations?" asked the voice on the other end of the line. Shit! Mike kicked himself for forgetting, but strangely it was a male voice on the phone. "Yes?" he replied dubiously. "Great," said the voice, "My name's Damien Hamilton, I'm an agent for a number of actresses and I have someone who's interesting in the role you advertised in the paper."

Clara stammered again after Hamilton sneered at her. Hamilton moved swiftly to where she was standing and groaned deepling in front of her, not happy with what he was being told right now. He had waited impatiently to be told that Monalisa is ready for him and not this. “I hope you are not making up this excuse for Monalisa for your own sake,” Hamilton told her in a deep tone, causing Clara to quiver a little as his tone sent a cold chill down her spine.

Give me a ring tonight and we’ll arrange a talking lunch. From his inside pocket he took a pen. On the pad on her desk he scrawled ‘Hamilton’ and a phone number. ‘I’ll be in between seven and eight.’ Temporarily deprived of the power of speech, she gaped at him. He tucked the pen back in his pocket. ‘Till tonight, Claudia.* That was enough to restore her vocal cords. ‘I don’t recall giving you my name!* Already halfway to the door, he turned his head just enough for her to see an infuriating flicker at the corner of his mouth. Tm psychic.*

"Yes, well, I suppose some things never change." She looked at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Indeed, some things never change. But sometimes, people can surprise you." He frowned, unsure of what she meant. “I actually wanted to talk to you about David, Ms. Hamilton.” He changed his tune. “He seems to be interested in you.” “Are we in kindergarten for you to pass out notes from your friends, Mr. Thomson? As for Mr. Hendrix, he should remain focused on his fiancée, I have no interest in committed men.”

“We could do that.” “I love it when they’re so confident.” I shook my head, taking a deep breath in a bid to regain my bearings. And to think that was the dumbest pick-up line I’d ever heard. He wiggled the five hundred dollar bill in front of my eyes. “Um, hello? I’m not playing.” “Fine,” I groaned, snatching the five hundred dollars from his hand. “I will bet five hundred dollars on not getting your disgusting cock anywhere near me tonight.”