Novel & Cerita Kevin Gates Braids

As if he heard none of my words, Kevin's piercing gaze fell on Brittany who was standing, right next to me, " Did she tell you that she has done everything for you, Ares? Why is she here cheering for you instead of Savannah? Do you know what she has done for you?" Blankheaded, I stared up at Kevin to mutter incoherently, " What... what do you mean?" Kevin strode through the stairs, stopping right in front of me to explain vividly,

Kevin casually fastened his expensive wristwatch, "You have fifteen minutes to get ready. I'll drop you off at the office on my way." "No. Ten minutes will be enough for me." Blake hurriedly ran to the room. Just then, Kevin's phone in his pocket vibrated. [Things are in motion. Be on your guard.] Kevin expressionlessly pocketed the phone. Blake walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of yogurt for breakfast. She wore Kevin's deep gray shirt inside and the floor-length pants that were too long for her. She rolled it up at the ankles and put on Kevin's work coat as an outer layer. Blake, at 5 feet 5 inches tall, wore the coat that reached just above her ankles perfectly.

A few minutes later, my phone chimes again. Kevin: look behind you for a second. He's here, isn't he? So standing up, I turn around and find Kevin leaning against a tree. He is looking in my direction with his eyes drooped with sadness. His shoulder-length blonde hair is tied in a small pony behind his head. He looks sober, much sober than yesterday. He was completely knocked out of his senses when I last saw him. But he's here now. I shouldn't recall what has happened. He walks towards me and I excuse myself from Kathy for a while, I go to him.

Kevin was standing mere inches from me. "Next time do NOT deny me a kiss. Even if we are in public, because you will not like the consequences… do you understand me?" Kevin ordered in a deceptively low tone. "Yes, Master," I answered back automatically without thought. "Good." He grasped my braid and pulled it back slightly, forcing me still as his lips descended on mine hungrily. The kiss was not a long or very deep one, but my lips still felt as branded by him as I would be if he took a marker and wrote his name all over them. My entire body melted immediately, and I swayed towards him.