Novel & Cerita Mister Pit

Only I know the emotional, physical, and mental pain I suffer every single day of my being in this place. As I was almost sinking deep into my sorrow, the door swung open as the lord of my life stood at the door, his face squeezed and his eyes lacking warmth. Does he ever smile? That better soul- sadist. I stood up and now, "good day master." He nodded once."What are you doing? " "Working on these files. The IT department sent a file this morning, I'll look into it and then report my findings to you." I answered panicking.

replied. Weird to call someone that. The mister replied. I quickly tapped on the message. Mister: [How old are you?] [I prefer my pets, 25 and above] My eyes dilated. 25 and above?! I’m freaking twenty-two!.

Rough edges, a coat that had seen better days, a stare that had seen worse. "Mr. Dankworth," he greeted, voice low, eyes scanning the office like he already knew where my safes were. "You want answers that never made it into files." I leaned forward, lacing my fingers. "I want to know what really happened the night Mister Pitman died. He was with a woman. Jana Kramer's mother. Records say she vanished. If she died with him, where's her body? And why did the Pitmans keep his death out of the public eye for months?"

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.

I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before. The man doesn't know his workers. He doesn't even know what they look like or even their names. He just didn't care. All he cares about is dropping by his club twice a week to get wasted, get high, and get fucked and leave for his multi Billion dollar company on weekdays. He is just too annoying and too much. He is the fine definition of privilege and he treats people like shit. He barely gives a shit about anyone. I don't care if he's so sweet to some set of people, the man is just a complete jerk. A good looking jerk, and I hate that he's so attractive.

And all Undescriable pleasures of life. I had heard that Martin Knight Castillo who was the CEO of all the Castillo Corporation handed that position over to his twenty nine year old son, Damien Knight Castillo, who came back from abroad recently. No one had seen him at the hotel yet, but I heard the rich people talking about how handsome, cruel and heartless he was.

He pursed his lips, "Shit!" Mr. White peeked at his expression and started to be worried. "Sir, did you have a good time last night? If not, we have a new script." "You want to play?" Mr. White hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, I'm already old." "How should I deal with Ms. Mitchell?" The man didn't answer immediately. He pinched the two black pieces and looked at the board, as if he was considering what to do next seriously. Mr. White didn't continue to ask him but pretended that nothing had happened.

She was looking at me like I was a total stranger. "Mister? Where am I?" # The weird Mister that was friends with Adon and the others was only staring at me. He was standing by the bed and his hands were weird. It was frozen in mid-air and was directed to me. Maybe he had cramps in his arms. Poor sir. I remembered Hop telling me that everything in this house was owned by this Mister. His name was Mister Dario. Adon called him D, too. Mister D for short! Or even MD!

Victor's warriors attacked me, the sound of bones breaking, blood spurting, flesh tearing. "Ugh, I'm sorry, Mister. You went to all the trouble of bringing it here, and I'm having trouble swallowing it." He looked at me. "What do you want to eat? Just tell me." I tried to lighten the mood with a chuckle, then winked at him. "Maybe if you feed me, my appetite will suddenly come back." He was dead silent, with eyes narrowed, of course. "Just kidding! I'm kidding, Mister. Don't make that expression like you're about to swallow someone. Jeez, I promised I wouldn't seduce you too much again."