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“Wait for me, I am coming for you. My angel” ************************* Please do like, comment, and share this with your friends. Love you all :)

Again she inhaled deeply and applied the final touches to her make-up, she wrapped a deep blue veil around her head loosely before she stood up, she grabbed her purse and keys and then headed out. Her heels clacked against the marble floors as she made her way downstairs, the trails of her light ash colored dress swept the floor ever so slightly, the deep blue stilettos she had on added to her 5'4 by 3inches , she embodied grace as she descended the stairs, every step controlled and deliberate. At the bottom of the stairs stood Ima, whose smile was bright as always. "You look beautiful, Miss". She said once Sayya reached the bottom of the stairs.

then he said one word that made me see even in dark. "Strip" like a whip that command landed on me... gosh! What is going to happen to me? How was it guys? Keep voting and commenting. Love you all. XOXO

So whenever their surnames were called, there would always be a pause or a little silence in the class while waiting for their first names to follow afterwards in order to help them know which of them was being called. Danny Joe was the fourth man in the group with eyes for all the girls in the class. This time around, he was the one kissing the girls' asses. One of the reasons why most of the girls befriending him still stuck to him was to see if they could get a chance at Charles Oswald, their ultimate prize.

me up. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I smiled as my finger traced her face, “I thought that was exactly what you was…” “Very funny! My point being is that life is what you make it. If you want to be that rich guy that has parties and doesn’t study, then that is your choice. If you want to be the rich guy that cleans his apartment and doesn't spend time with anyone. Then again, that’s your choice…” “And if I want to be that rich guy that kisses you. Then what?” She purred as she drew closer to me like a magnet. “Then, you're welcome.”

Slightly pulling away, he tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Mark me, Mikhail." Holding his gaze, I smile through my tears, "Make me yours... but this time, truly yours."

My stomach plummeted like a tank at his words. “Yes, daddy, make me your toy.” I don’t care if he has a son and a wife; making me his toy is enough; at least that way, he is not putting a thousand walls between us. That way, I can get close, even if only by sex. I’m fine with sex. I like the feeling it brings and how mad it can make one feel. As if he were about to do as he had said, he reaches the waistband of my skirt and plays with the zipper, his thumb burning hot on my skin.

His voice was quieter now, almost pleading. Kirk huffed, his lips pursing dramatically as he tilted his head back. "Feeling’s mutual. You have a hot guy who’s willing to marry you even though—I’m only guessing—you’re his first man-on-man experience, and you're hesitating. I wish I was his mate. I wouldn't think twice." Kirk flicked his hair back like a model in a shampoo commercial, folding his arms with theatrical flair.

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