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She would usually do it herself but now that she wasn't here, Anthony felt lost. He decided to distract himself from thinking about her by watching some TV, but it got boring real soon. "Mr. DeMarco, sorry to bother you again." It was the housekeeper again. Anthony looked at her. "You are not bothering me. Is there something wrong?" he asked. "No sir, nothing is wrong. I just found this book lying on the ground. I figured it could be something important, so I thought I would give this to you," she said and handed him a red leather-bound book that looked like a journal.

Mia scurried away as Sofia inched closer to him. “I want to know what it’s truly about” He whispered. “It’s about us. It’s about the story of us” Sofia whispered and her eyes dropped to the stand right behind him, across the lasciviously beautiful book cover and the name across it—A Deal With Mr Baron. Truly, this book was about their story. About two people so different that they could swear they weren’t for each other but fate has a real funny way of laughing in our faces. Even after so long, even after so much had changed.

Too bad I hadn't become a vengeful ghost. As the officers neared the old woman's house, my chest tightened. She came out with a plate of freshly washed fruit, smiling like some sweet, harmless grandma. Like the vicious woman from that day had never existed. "Officers, you've worked so hard. Have some fruit before you go." They refused. One officer started the usual questions. "Is it just you living here?" Her eyes flickered. Then she burst into tears. "Oh, I'm just a poor old woman with only my son. We've depended on each other for years. He had a terrible fever as a child. Damaged his brain..."

Richard said and went to walk about. “I’m sorry Barry to cut our day short but I best go with Mr Grumpy he clearly has a problem, and I’d like to resolve it.” Nicola looked at Barry and touched his arm. Richard lifted and eyebrow since when was he grumpy, he looked at Barry and shook his head, both men were clearly confused. Nicola seemed to be seeing a totally different book to either of them. With that Barry shrugged his shoulders, shook Richard’s hand said goodbye and left. What a strange encounter that was.

Barbara tried to be patient, "I will do anything as long as you can help me!" "Anything?" Jeremy said in a dragging voice. "That ..except that..." Barbara stammered. Jeremy raised his eyebrows. This woman was quite interesting. Other women couldn't wait to get with him, yet she seemed to be very reluctant to get involved with him. Novelty seeking was his favorite thing. Barbara was gorgeous and exactly his type. Rushing would not help him to get to her heart. Thinking of that, Jeremy curled up his lips into a charming smile and said, "Do you still want to quit?"

With that, he got up and left, leaving me in a state of confusion. ***** now available on Goodnovel!!!

"This is an amazing novel. Very deep and very satisfying. Really expands you and fills you up." "Yeah," panted Mr. Douberry. "Cool," the young man said. Mr. Douberry pulled back every so slowly on his cock as I scanned the book. He pushed back into me as the young man told me his name, Thomas Kendrick. The dick slid back into my asshole. I shuddered. It was just a wonderful sensation to have that big dick pressing into my bowels. I shuddered in delight, savoring every last second of this delight. I handed the kid the book. He nodded to me. I smiled at him as Mr. Douberry's cock slowly pulled back. The heat melted down to my cunt. It felt just so amazing.

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"I heard about your family and how hard you've been pushing yourself." "Yeah." She was silent for a while. "Evan, can we go back to how things were?" I stopped walking and stared at my blurry reflection in a shop window. The man staring back looked thin and worn, but there was an indescribable look of determination in his eyes. "Ruby, we can't go back," I said calmly. "Why? Weren't you working hard for our future? You got the bonus now. You almost have enough for the down payment–"

“I want to catch the sonofabitch who took your daughter, but I want to get the right guy.” Mr. Barrett wrapped his arms around himself, leaning slightly forward so that his posture began to mimic that of his wife. His face became a collection of tics and twitches, as if he were about to undergo a change, a metamorphosis. When he spoke, his voice was hushed and choked. “Hank Bukhari is the right guy.” Hammett stood and walked around his desk. He hesitated but then placed a hand lightly on Mr. Barrett’s shoulder. He almost expected the man to jerk away, or even throw a punch, but instead he stood still and silent, allowing the contact.