Novel & Cerita It Chapter 2 Richie

“You always asked me to edge. Should I edge for you tonight? Get myself right to the brink while you watch?” I nodded quickly. “Yes, I love when you get desperate.” Richie let out a rough breath. “You are going to kill me, baby. In the best way.” He worked himself faster for a few strokes, then slowed again, teasing the head just how I liked. His breathing grew heavier. “I have thought about this. Wondering what the girl behind the username looked like when she came. Now I get to find out. But not yet. Tell me another request. What do you want to see me do with my other hand?”

because all that my brain could register is for me to get going. I knew she's going to be very mad at me for sending Ezekiel to show her what I said, through the iPad. "Black, make sure you drive her safely to her workplace and make sure that nothing bad happens to her!". Edward instructed Mister Black before leaving his house. In getting to his company, he had to change his mood and went back to his old cold, and wicked self. No one helped me to build this company, and when I started from the crash, the only thing that the rich billionaires of the town could do was laugh at me.

So I’d learned how to stand up for myself, to talk back, speak out, and demand attention. Thus, to not speak what was on my mind now would certainly tell this Mr. J. Maxwell I was timid and juvenile, as he had so assumed my character to be and, hence, concluded I was incapable of finding him the two million dollars. Heck, I knew in my gut I couldn’t find two million in a short two days, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction that his postulation of me was right. “Is that all you rich assholes ever think of? Throwing your damn money on whatever you deem attainable? Whatever you think has a price tag?”

’ He muttered in his heart and sighed. “Dog’s are fearful, so I'll take that as a compliment. And… I'll appreciate your help sir. I really need it.” Dennis said locking gaze with the man in front of him. “Of course, I'll help. Mr. Dennis, if you don't mind me asking… Do you for any reason regret the way you treated your wife, Cardi… Richard?” His tone etched with curiosity. “No, I don't have any empathy for that gold digging harlot who's only use was spending my money.” Dennis spat.

Summer looked at her reflection in the dark glass. Was she ready to face this ghost? And could she keep Thunder safe from the storm that was brewing? She didn’t know the answers yet. But she could feel it coming. A new chapter. One that would test everything she had left.

"Do you think Thomas can handle Marco? Richie's gaze shifted from the road to Sal, his expression unreadable. "He better, he very well knows that he is the bread winner of his family, he would not want anything to happen to him” Richie replied, his tone low and menacing. "If he can't, we'll take care of Thomas before Marco can rat us out."

She stole my Richie . Two years I waited for Richard to come along. But he didn't. It felt like we are complete strangers. I thought of asking him to marry me so that we get to stay together. My love is enough for two of us to survive. Richie being emotional fool , will agree because of guilt.

He ruffled my hair and said, "Well done. You must always carry yourself with such spirit." It struck me then: it was easy to grow accustomed to luxury, but almost impossible to return to frugality. Spending in the five-digit range suddenly felt weightless, like it meant nothing at all. Unaware we were upstairs, Roger set his sights on an S-graded treasure, hoping not only to gain a valuable asset but also to salvage his reputation in Steve's eyes. But every time he bid, I raised my paddle too. By the time I stopped, the price had already soared far beyond what he could afford.

REGINA “Richie?” I gasped. He stood surprised for a while and then, in the most psychotic manner, he dropped his arms weakly and sighed heavily. “You’ve just complicated everything, Regina. This shouldn’t be the plan, you know that, right? You are not supposed to see my face.” “Well, then I’ve seen your face now what? What the hell is this? Why are you doing this?” I and Richie had no actual business apart from the fact that he was just some regular street guy that always tried to bully me and Marcy every now and then, especially when we were younger. No wonder he was able to convince me Marcy had written the letter that led me straight here.

Richie's heart skipped a beat and he stared at the stain for a few seconds. “Sharlynn,” he whispered. Richie shook his head violently and continued on his way to the bathroom. Richie, who was already burning with rage, quickly left his room after cleaning up and getting dressed. He went downstairs and tried to find his grandfather and ask for an explanation of everything he and Sharlynn experienced last night. Richie walked downstairs with steady steps, but his heart was still filled with anger and confusion. Every step he took pierced the solid wooden floor, reflecting his determination to uncover the truth.