Novelas y relatos de Ours

She shrugged, “You got the body.” She remarked, “It would be an extra gift that’ll keep his jaw on the ground.” Her brow moved up, “Add some strawberries and wine. I think I’d do ya too.” Her words weren’t wrong… I smiled at her until I heard my phone ring. I sighed, looking down at the phone. More work. I pulled it up, seeing it was my manager. I put it to my ear, “Hello? Oliver, what’s up?”

Woody, dry amber layered over leather and the faintest trace of bergamot. I know that scent...Maison Francis Kurkdjian. Oud Silk Mood... an expensive signature. I breathe through my nose and keep my eyes locked on the field. Whoever just sat down is watching too, and while every instinct in me registers him, I do not look. I am here to work. The trial is almost at halftime. And because Kwame Osei has only a few minutes left to prove he deserves everything I have fought to set up for him.

𝗢𝗥 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗧? In the deep, frozen silence of the moon, inside a dark and dusty pod, a single screen flickers to life. It’s a bank account statement. The balance is zero. But then, a new deposit appears. It’s not in dollars or serum. It’s a DNA sequence. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀: "𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗗: 𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗔 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗠𝗔. 𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗙 𝗢𝗨𝗥: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡."

But I guess I am a coward. I held my bag as I locked my door. It was 8pm now. I made sure all the windows; curtains are closed. I had a bath and I knew I was wet. I bit my lip and dried my body and I walked over to the full-length bedroom mirror. I switched on my lights that were attached to the mirror and switch off the lights of the entire house. I bought 2 vibrators, one green and one pink, and I chose the pink. I sat down in front of the mirror and opened up my legs. I could see my pussy.