Mr 112dirtbag Novels & Stories

I downed the rest of the whiskey and slammed the glass down on the windowsill, hard enough to crack it. She wanted war. My fucking wife wanted war right? Fine. I would give her a war she would never forget. That war that would send her running back to me on her knees. Wait till all your backbone disappears, Clara. That.. that useless Emma and that mother fucking coach. Wait till they all disappear and you have no one left to motivate you, then I'll sit watching as you come back crawling for me to take you back. I will have the last laugh. I pulled out my spare phone, the one the feds didn’t know about yet and scrolled through the contacts until I found the number from the distorted voice.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

I change into my trenchcoat with nothing underneath it I wear my black thigh highs with a gutter and 4 inch black pumps I am going to deliver Mr Parker's Linch By midday I walk back down stairs my mother and her friend are nowhere in sight ,I get in my Mother's Range Rover SUV that she barley drives passing by a popular burger joint by to grab me and Hottie some lunch before Lunch heading to his office jamming to Jhené Aiko On the way. I am literally driving wet thinking about all the things Mr Parker could do to me Gosh I can't wait to get there. I drive in the Parking lot of Mr Parker's office

Klenz texted Kim that he will be late for a moment but he also texted me about that so I wasn't jealous anymore. After ten minutes of being late he arrived only with himself.... and with someone. He was with a tall ripped man, obviously twice of Klenz's age but he still looked menacing and handsome. His body was still ripped and wide, I could imagine himself looking like those playboy on the books, especially with his boyish grin. "Okay, class, I want you to meet Caleb Anderson. He's an architect and the CEO of Anderson's Real Estate. He will be the one giving your activity for today." Klenz introduced Mr. Anderson and almost all of us were too stunned to speak.

The old plumber is set to come over anyway. But a dark, dangerous spark ignites in my belly. I know exactly who to call. Definitely not the old plumber. Leo shows up an hour later. Leo, the young plumber. He smells of Marlboro Reds, engine grease, and the pure, musky stink of a man who hasn’t showered since yesterday. It’s the best thing I’ve smelled in years. He’s maybe twenty-five. All tan, tattooed skin stretched over thick muscle. Not the clean, curated kind from a gym, but the hard, functional kind earned by breaking things and putting them back together.

She soon found out when she opened the next door she could see, to reveal a half naked mr Black banging a blonde naked girl. His semi long hair was packed making him ten times hotter, he had no shirts on, revealing a hand to shoulder tattoo she didn't know was there, his suit pants were opened allowing his member to enter the moaning lady. The girl was beautiful and was so into the activity , that she didn't notice Grace entering, but Mr Black did as his eyes met hers instantly as she opened the door, he held onto her stare as he continued thrusting into the girl while still looking at her with much depth as if provoking her to do something. Grace only shook her head, before running out of t

he muttered under his breath. “If anything happens to my baby… I won’t spare anyone… I’ll destroy everything… everything…” 👿 His movements were restless, unstable… dangerous. He had no idea that every nurse and every woman around was staring at him. At that moment— Daniel was only wearing his lower. His upper body was bare. Rose’s blood stained his chest. A lion tattoo stretched across his left arm, enhancing the raw power of his muscular physique. His broad chest… his sharp features… his perfectly carved abs—

And Hagrid was the kind of muscle who wasn’t afraid to, or maybe even enjoyed, getting his hands dirty. But Clyde? Clyde, who was Maddox’s right-hand man, who issued more orders than anyone else next to Stetson, and who was masochistic and mean just for the sake of being so, was always the real threat. “He--” Stetson started. “I don’t,” Clyde hissed out, feet echoing on the cold floor of the large garage as he strolled forward, “give a fuck. Stop making fools of yourselves.” His eyes jerked to Gianna and nodded. “This is the doctor?.”

His voice softened. I was keening from the urgent impulse entirely new to me and inexpressible, I moaned loudly; “Yes! Yes! Yes please” Then lowered my voice once. “Paired and connected successfully” He mimicked Siri. “Now, Mr B.D can’t wait to penetrate and thrust in and out of your honey pot” He spoke softly and sensually. I bit my lips when a felt tingling touch from an imaginary d*ck sliding up my thigh yet I kept my eyes bravely opened because I only wanted to feel what was coming upon me but I got engrossed staring at the Mr BD which truly was a huge d*ck.

We were sitting in her room catching up, we hadn't seen each other in two weeks. "Yeah, he should be here soon." Mia replies. Diego Garcia is our other best friend, Mia, Diego, and I have been inseparable since we were seven years old. Suddenly, the door opened, "I've arrived," Diego shouts. He always does this. He's a very dramatic person. Diego Garcia is a hacker for our mafia, along with Mia, much like me, Diego and Mia never go on missions. We mostly work from our warehouses. "Stop screaming, Diego." I scold him jokingly.