Novel & Cerita Miss Ricky's Reviews

"Welcome. It’s been too long, brother." I didn’t miss the sarcasm dripping from his words. My eyes darted to Marcellus, his jaw clenched tight, and his fists balled at his sides. I could feel the rage rolling off him, a storm barely contained. Ricky stood there, calm as ever, dressed like he’d just walked out of some high-end club. His dark hair was slicked back, his suit sharp and spotless. But his eyes… His eyes told a different story. They gleamed with a sick kind of pleasure, as if he was enjoying this.

Although it did seem a whole lot better knowing at least I had a thing or two to fall back into, it was making more sense than I had even intended it to. “a criminal? Yes, I figured if anyone carries that look, it should be Chris.” Ricky responded, folded the napkin in his hands, dubbed it against the sides of his cheeks, and pulled away from us a bit. “Come with me, Miss Laura; let's take a stroll. without these two shenanigans around to cause more trouble.” Ricky teased me as he drew out his chair and handed his hands out for me to take. I dropped the cutlery against the plate while Chris passed me a scoff.

He licked the corner of his mouth, savoring the moment, before clapping his hands together. "Alright then, let’s keep going." Dean’s heart lurched painfully, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He had no idea what Ricky planned next, but he knew—whatever it was, it wouldn’t be good. Ricky stood slowly from the chair, his movements deliberate and slow, as if savoring every moment of the fear in the room. He spoke with a chilling calmness. “The ten shots and one hundred strikes were too gentle. Now, let’s turn up the excitement.”

“I would. But he truly didn’t do anything bad. He likes me, just too much right now .” “That’s wonderful!” I shot up from my chair and almost hugged him before a small wave of nausea stopped me from coming too close. “Take it easy, bestie” I bit my lip and shuffled from foot to foot awkwardly. “That’s amazing news. I’m so happy for you.” “We’ll wait to cheer until I actually pop the question and get a decent answer. Okay?” “Okay.” “Ray,I don't want you to make a decision you are going to probably regret your whole life. Did he tell you he didn’t want you?” Ricky asked, folding an apron and putting it into a drawer. I shook my head. “Are you sure he doesn’t feel the same?” Why was he making m

He yelled out at Aaron who’d just turned the corner. Watching their interaction Aaron looked up the hallway to me and nodded, I nodded in response and Ricky skipped his way back to me singing about someone dying and he having flower that made the dead smile. He is a weird man, you wouldn’t think he is much older now with the ancestors in his blood than 22. We were about to leave the door to Savannah’s room and go to training when she flung it open making Ricky squeal and jump. “Damn, if you didn’t look like a hot mess right now, my pants would be the only mess here” He said to her.

In a hot, sullen, throaty voice she said to the bartender, “Ricky, I need another merlot...I seemed to lost my first one.” Race drained his glass, set it down with a decisive click and turned to her with his best, winning smile, and said, “I don’t normally kiss women I don’t know, but for you, I’ll make an exception.” She looked at him then, blinked for a sold five seconds and then smiled. “I’d hate for you to break your own rule,” she said evenly. “I’m Chrissie. I’m twenty-eight, an interior decorator, I’m mortally afraid of spiders, and I throw things when I get mad.”

I slowly turn my face back toward him. And spit. It hits his cheek. Time freezes. Ricky stares at me like he doesn’t recognize what he’s looking at. Then his face twists, rage tearing through whatever mask he was wearing. His fist draws back. I brace myself. A sound cuts through the air outside. Sharp. Distant. Gunfire. Ricky freezes. Then he smiles. “Oh,” he says softly, almost delighted. “That’s my cue.” He straightens, smoothing his jacket like he’s about to step onto a stage. “Showtime.”

"Derrick, there is a package for you, did you ordered something?" Ricky sprang from where he sat as soon as he heard the maid's voice. "Whoa! Where are you going?" Allison widened her eyes at her overly excited friend. What's gotten into him?! He thanked the maid and closed the door. "Finally!!!" Ricky cheered, kissing the package. Allison couldn't hide her curiosity, "For God's sake Ricky, just tell me what is it, you can do your happy dance later, okay?" She was losing her patience.

I stopped. Not for long. Half a second. Unfortunately, half a second was sometimes enough to hate yourself. Valentina turned, following my gaze. “Mr. Ricciardi decided to join the site review.” I looked at her. She said it like she was informing us bottled water was available in the cooler. “Of course he did,” I said. Behind me, Dianna made a very small sound that might have been a prayer or a mild stroke. Rafael turned.

Ricky says, as his hands slowly go down my thighs, and he slowly begins to move his hands back up, under my dress, causing shivers down my spine. "I'm glad he rejected me. Otherwise, I would have never met you, or maybe I would have, but I would not be here with you now." I say, feeling the wetness between my leg as pressure begins to mount. I can't help but moan, tilting my head back as his warm hands go higher and higher. He slowly guides one hand between my legs, pressing his thumb against my panties over my walls. "Who knows, maybe the Dark Moon wolves would have a different Luna!" he says, making me growl. "I don't think so. You're mine, Ricky. And only mine." I say, making him chuckle.