Novel & Cerita Mario If He Real

she says and kisses the bridge of my nose. "So what happened to Mario ?" "He is in a coma," I grimly say and she nods her head. "Comma, shit that's bad. I hope he'll be alright pretty soon," she says and tries to reassure me. "It's fine I guess, atleast he's not well you know- "Dead, yeah I get it. He'll be fine, don't worry. He's made of thick skin," she says and hugs me. I arch an eyebrow at her 'he's made of thick skin' response and get reminded when Marco said something about her.

How could any girl be fooled? “He's got a mouthful of sugar. Besides, if I look at it from an academic and professional point of view, it's one of the first foundations for being able to seduce a lot of women, Mar.” Mario snapped in response to Lilo's remark just now. “My name is Mario, not Mar. Do you think I'm Marni?”

“I know. Saw the ring. Still, you’re flirting. And judging from those toys, the sex life might not be that great?” I stared at the screen. Sex life not great? Mario had a 9-inch dick and knew how to make me cum until I was shaking. He kissed me like he meant it, touched me like I was glass, and fucked me like he was made for me. He couldn’t have been more wrong. So… what was I looking for? I stared at the phone, then at the cuffs. I didn’t answer him. Just slid the phone under the pillow.

Inez protested, pouting playfully. “Let them see … This CEO belongs to someone. It’ll make your fake fans back off, Nez. Including that William. Hahaha,” Mario replied, still passionately moving within her. “Aarghh … Mario, I’m coming again!” Inez exclaimed as another wave of orgasm crashed over her relentlessly. “Later, ask your maid to mop the floor, Nez. It’s pretty messy down here … you’re just overflowing. How was it, good?” Mario teased, seeing that she looked truly exhausted.

This guy knows how to drive me insane in less than a minute. "Anyway, should we catch up? We have so many things to talk about." He then seated next to me, gazing into my eyes like a predator to its prey. "About what? Wait, do I know you? Does my past self know you? Because I am Erina Arison--" Before I could officially introduce myself to him, this man's thick face halted me. "No, you are not." "Huh? I am not, what?!" Baffled, I catch my breath as I pondered. 'What does he mean?'

He shakes my head and then releases it, pushing it away from him. "A coffee can?" I ask in a weak voice. Mario smiles, his perfectly straight white teeth like a predator who knows he's hunted down his prey and he's now going in for the kill.

There's no way I'm going to start explaining to Mario that Fernando is my forever crush and the song was actually speaking my mind of what I feel for him. "Oh really!" "Yes really" I flashed him my best smile. "I should listen to his song to confirm that. What's his stage name?" "Wh-at?" I stuttered in confusion. When I lied, I didn't realize I had to continue lying. Right now, I think my airflow is being restricted. "Stage name. I mean my stage name is Mario K. So, what's his stage name? Is it just Fernando? Because I can assure you there are many Fernando that are musicians, so how do I differentiate him from the rest?"

I said, ending the call with a frustrated sigh. "Trouble in paradise," Mario remarked, leaning against the elevator wall, casually toying with a knife he'd stolen from one of his latest prey. "Antonio's doing a good job keeping her safe and keeping people like her ex at a distance," I replied, trying to keep my focus on the task at hand. "Why is he still alive?" Mario asked, straightening up, his imposing height a stark reminder of the danger he could embody. "Because we don’t just kill people, you idiot," I said with a smirk, half amused by his intensity.

“I don’t know why you’re friends with him. He’s weird. ” “How is he weird?” “Just look at him.” Fernando keeps running but I keep staring at Eduardo. As I approach him, he gives me a shy look and fake smiles. “Did you see the Age of Ultron trailer?” I ask. “Yeah. It looks awesome. I can’t believe Ironman and Hulk are going to fight.” “Yeah but Hulk is definitely being controlled.” “Obviously. By Scarlett Witch.” “How do you know?” “I just know.” There’s a small pause.

Something that told me this was not an accident. And that Maria wasn’t even involved in whatever this was… Not at all.