Max X Charles 소설 & 이야기

The next day. After Tiger, who had gotten drunk, woke up, he washed up and shaved before leaving. “Tiger!” Charles shouted. Tiger frowned and sized him up. “Who are you?” “I… I am Mr. Maxwell’s driver, Charles Leonard,” Charles said cheerily. “You look much more energetic today than you did last night.” Tiger nodded. “Are you from the camp?” “What camp? I’m not from the army. I used to race cars.

The door was cracked open. He peeked between the crack. The light from the fireplace illuminated the couple that were bumping and grinding on the desk. Charles recognized Maxwell Andrews immediately. Max was Calvin’s best friend from England. He had straight, light brown hair. Max was flat on his back on the desk with his slacks and drawls around his ankles.

I shouted out of anger, and he slapped me so hard that it made me dumb for a few minutes. He pulled down his trouser, releasing his fucking dick that he couldn't help but to keep it that fucking trouser. He lowered his body, and I happened to scream again. "No one can here you! You mad things easier for us by running into this place." He chuckled slightly while the rest busted into loud laughter. "What do you think you are trying to do?" I heard Charles's voice. What was he doing here? I looked up, and saw him standing right at the guy who was at my front.

When I left our den, Charles thought I was just throwing a tantrum. He believed I'd come crawling back in two days—like always— just to apologize and beg for his attention. But two days passed. And I didn't return. Then he assumed I was waiting for him to beg me. Still, I stayed silent. Only when he realized I had cut off the mind-link and turned off my phone— did panic finally creep into his heart. Desperate, he went to Leo to ask about me. And Leo… was furious. They fought. That's when Charles finally learned the truth—

"I need to speak with Mindy about something. Go clean yourself up. Just look at you." I didn't spare him a glance. Without a word, I followed Madam Mankin toward the inner hall. We were just passing the couch when, for reasons I couldn't begin to understand, Charles suddenly lost it. He shot up from the sofa like something inside him had snapped. In a few long strides, he was beside me, eyes bloodshot and feral, like something wild and cornered. Before Madam Mankin could say anything, he grabbed my wrist and started dragging me toward the door.

But what they didn’t know was that he was a playboy, who had almost tasted every girl and every boy in the neighborhood. He believed in one night stands only. Totally fuck and leave with no strings attached. He never turned back after leaving the rooms. Yet the girls would keep drooling and begging him for another night of pleasure. And now, he was bored because he had tasted all flowers in the garden and no one attracted him anymore. "Uhmm Daniel". They all were in thoughts when Daniel heard a rather hesitant mentioning if his name from Wyatt. "Hmmmm"? "Have you heard about umm Jack Charles, he is doing a PHD in Business Management". Wyatt was spinning the bottle lightly between his finger

I laughed at the memory but Charles looked moved. "I don't think I've ever met anyone with such a strong moral compass," he said. "You could be the world's best thief!" I shrugged. "Maybe if my boss fires me it will be my next line of work." Charles laughed and looked up as our meal came. "Listen," he said a moment later, pausing before he cut into his steak. "I'm sorry about the loneliness in your past. And I'm sorry I was sitting right next to you and didn't know."

Mr Peter said and left them alone to talk. “Hello.” Vivian said nervously. “Hey, Vivian. I’m Charles you can call me Charlie.” Charles said, offering his hand for a shake, which Vivian politely accepted. Charles looked nothing more than twenty five years old yet he was the director, many would wonder how, apart from his baby face he was a genius with computers , especially designing and he has made a name for himself across the country as one of the best designers. “Nice to meet you.” Vivian said smiling.

The boy pointed to a woman who approached concerned. "Charlie, are you okay?” asked the lady holding him “Thank you very much, sir.” "No problem, it was just a scratch, right, Charlie? Don't worry your mother with those tears...” Something stirred inside me when I saw Alex interact with that little boy. Is this what Alex would be like as dad? Something told me he would be worse. He would be a super annoying father who could not bear that anyone touched his son, he would be bothered to see him dirty and he would surely breastfeed him if he could.