Jeremiah Or Conrad Novels & Stories

Cadfan was so angry, and he gnashed his teeth as he said, “Jeremiah Wade, you’re so full of sh*t!” “I’m full of sh*t?” Jeremiah said coldly, “Your son did not come to Shangri-La at all, but you’re actually coming here to question me now? If you aren’t trying to find fault with me, what are you doing now, then? I’d have nothing to say if your son truly came and stayed at Shangri-La. However, did your son really come here?”

Conrad’s deep voice was low and rough, sending shivers down my spine. I clutched the hot pizza box tighter against my chest like it could protect me. My heart hammered wildly. “I wasn’t hiding. I was just… resting.” Jeremiah stepped closer from behind, his tall body radiating heat. His breath brushed the back of my neck. “Resting? Or avoiding us because you liked what you saw through the door?” His voice dropped even lower. “Did you enjoy watching us fuck her? Did it make your little pussy throb?” My cheeks burned hot. I tried to slip past them toward the kitchen, but Conrad blocked me easily with his broad frame. “Move. I’m hungry.”