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So I circulated, greeting and exchanging pleasantries. I was thinking of getting another glass of wine when a thin, querulous voice called, "Zo-ra!" A pudgy little man stood right in front of me, his ginger-coloured hair sticking up in tufts around his head. I groaned. Curtis was the last person I wanted to run into. He had been pestering me to model for his company and I had refused time and time again. I knew what Curtis really wanted was for me to become his new mistress. Modeling for his company would just be a front. I was not willing to taint my reputation for him.

They were there to talk shop but were interrupted by the scuffle outside. Naturally, Kurt was actually surprised when he stepped out and found someone messing around on his turf!" "Mr. Stinson! Mr. Stison! It's me, Kait Wooper!" Kait was beaming as soon as he saw Kurt—now, he could get Frank sorted out easily thanks to his connection with Kurt! "Kait Wooper? What the hell is this?" Kurt was frowning even as he strode toward Kait. Kait was just a common street thug operating in the area, and Kurt had turned down his offer to join his gang.

“Curtis’s offspring has long since disappeared and no one knows whether he or she is still alive. Even the Wade family themselves couldn’t locate them. I bet he or she must be long dead out there.” With that said, Sheldon smiled smugly and mocked, “Back then, Curtis made a lot of enemies and even offended the Rothschild family who was reigning in Europe and the United States. Besides, domestically, many people picked on him and even wanted to kill him because of his overly marvelous ability.” Sheldon lit a cigarette and said flatly, “That kid looks quite similar to Curtis, but I think he is most probably a Japanese and he just shares the similar facial features.” Yasin nodded lightly and ask

“I know that it has been more than a week but I am still finding it difficult to adjust to the resistance timetable.” “I wish you could adjust it as quickly as you adjusted your character.” Stanley mummers as Curtis smiled consciously in a sheepish way. What everybody in the room did not know was that he sneaked out of the camp last night to report to the queen who sent someone to the town so that Curtis will have someone close by to report to in case of any instant changes because he had discovered that Penn was the kind of person who always changed his mind and made new decisions at any minute. “I am sorry about that. I promise that I will try my best to be better.” Curtis said as Rima rol

-Curtis: Toots, I want to see you in that daring black lace underwire bustier with cutout panties. I blushed with an exciting grin. -Me: Just name the time and I'll be ready for you. -Curtis: Eleven should be good. Most of these guys are usually in their own zones by then. -Me: Don't disappoint me, Curtis. I truly miss you. -Curtis: I am trying to get some days off so that I can have you to myself. I will officially make you mine when I get back. Are you ready to be marked by me?

“You look like you’ve been dragged to hell, and even hell didn’t want ya and sent you packin’.” “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tease, rolling my eyes. “You’re a real southern gentleman, Curtis.” He waves me off with one of his huge, calloused hands. Curtis is average height and portly, but his strength is truly incredible. His stained white shirt is coated in sweat while he yanks and fumbles with the chainsaw, mumbling curses under his breath. I find his company comforting in a way I can’t explain. “Are there… big animals out here?”

He demanded, his voice hoarse despite not having shed a tear or yelled the entire morning. “He was poisoned,” She answered. “It’s a poison that we’ve never seen before. It has to be an outsider,” She declared. Soren’s gaze hardened, and he jumped to his feet. “It’s that bastard’s doing,” He growled, his eyes turning red with rage. “Curtis did this.” He declared suddenly. Everyone looked confused. They knew Curtis had their eyes on the pack, but he had never directly confronted them, so they couldn’t understand why Soren was suddenly accusing him.

‘I gave her up for adoption. ‘You did what?’ Curtis had stepped menacingly close to Sadie and now he shook her until she could feel her teeth rattle against each other. ‘You stupid bitch! Don’t you know how much money selling that brat would have got us?'

Krist squeezed his shoulder one last time for reassurance of his words before letting go and returning his attention onto the screen. “So what movie is this?” “The Outsiders, have you seen it?” “No, but I read the book.” Singto enjoyed reading over any other activity and he was excited to see everything played out live with actors instead of the characters he would mentally picture. “Really? Who’s your favorite character?” Krist asked this expectin him to say the one that was most like. “Darrel ‘Darry’ Curtis.” Singto answered. “Really?” Krist asked adding an amused tone in his regular voice.

I say, coughing and wiping mouth with the back of my hand. Luke’s laughing his ass off. “It’s supposed to. Puts hair on a man’s chest." He backhands my arm. “Take it slow. You’ll get used to it.” Curtis looks at the bottle. “God, I missed this.” He tips the beer back and brings it back down. “Ah. Good stuff." Curtis is older so he was able to experience drinking before we went into hiding. Me not so much. I look around the circle of guys. Luke urges. “Go on. Little sips.” He encourages.