Novel & Cerita Reading Fifty Shades Of Grey

A knock resounds making me cut Julia midway her ramble about some stupid thing Julio did. "Gotta go J, love you." I shut the laptop then head to open the door. Mr Grey stands in the hallway shirtless, for a moment my eyes roam his toned torso until he clears his throat. Embarrassed, I finally look into his eyes which hold a bit of amusement. "Uh-yes?" I stutter, his mouth twitches ever so slightly. He looks me up and down then at my face before his head snaps back to my body, his body tense. I catch his eyes filter to my elevated breasts, I fold my arms clearing my throat, a slight blush covering my cheeks.

He replied looking into her eyes, she quickly looked away unable to maintain eye contact. She got all her movies, she was looking through them when one fell under her legs. Kelvin saw it and picked it up. It read, 'Fifty shades darker' he smiled. "How about we watch this? I actually love this movie." He suggested. She looked back and saw what he was holding. She gulped, that movie is one kind of erotica. "S-sure... Let's watch that." She stuttered. "We can watch something else if you're uncomfortable watching it with me." He said noticing her nervousness.

We walked back to the lift and went up to Ares' apartment. "It's still 3.30 and you want to chill?" Ares asked and I nodded. I sat on his sofa and turned on the TV. I was acting like I'm in my own apartment. I sat comfortably on the sofa and Ares came to me with a glass of water. I drank it a little and put it on the table in front of me. "You can turn on netflix." He said and I nodded. "Oh.. 50 shades of grey." "Pervert." I said and he turned to me disbelief.

I looked up to the brown pair of eyes, Grey was staring intensely at my face with his a darkened face. “Who the fuck let you cry!?” he stomped past me and dragged me grabbing my right hand. I followed him wordlessly, tears slipping down my cheek. He lets me sit on the couch, taking a seat across from me. “What's wrong?” his kind voice ask me, I shook my head not daring to see those eyes. “Scarlet! Is it Liam!?” “Noooo, bits that book” I point towards the book that sits at the table. Grey confusedly stare at the book probably thinking why a book can make me sob like a baby.

Cindy was tip toeing to look behind Richard while Nick had an expression of pure amusement. "Hello there." Nick looked like a child in christmas with a bunch of presents to open. He and Cindy stepped inside the lift and pressed the number 10. Fucking cockblockers. Every fucking time! "Cindy, I was reading this book. I saw reviews of it, right." Nick began and I just knew I wasn't going to like what he was going to say. "And I was just reading this part where the main character gets the girl into a lift and as soon as the doors close, bum! They start to make out. Hot, don't you think? Making out in a lift, wouldn't you say, Jen? Christian Grey style."

I paced up and down and kept staring at the huge clock on the wall. “2:23 am” and he's still not back. He told me not to worry, but how could I possibly do that? How could I do that when he's literally on a dangerous quest? I fidgeted with my fingers, sipping my tea to no avail, I waited for his arrival. “Maybe I need something to distract me.” I made my way to our room and grabbed the latest book he got me. I returned to the living room and tried my best to distract myself. “Fifty Shades of Grey is one heck of a book.” It's just weird how people term this as sexuality.

Permit me to say this but I don't think I will regret staying here…. The book clearly covered my face as I tried to find my way through an empty desk. Florida could only laugh at my silly attitude. She just won't understand so I laughed along with her. Dropping down the books, I heaved in relief. "Fifty Shades Of Grey," I read out, caressing the book cover. I'm definitely reading all these. "Shannara Chronicles," “Game of thrones,” "Beautiful Disaster," "wow…..this is really amazing," I exclaimed, reading the title of each book I grabbed.

when we accidentally bumped shoulders at the communal fridge but in my head, he’d done a lot more than that. I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling. My hand instantly drifted down my stomach, fingers tracing the edge of my open jeans. And I could already feel the heat building between my thighs, that slow, insistent throb that had started the moment I’d seen him this morning in the elevator. He’d been wearing gray sweatpants. Low on his hips. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. I’d caught the faint outline of his cock and had to look away before my face turned scarlet.

I think that is how someone like Adrian wins—he finds people whose shame is heavier than their pride and he pushes. I slid the screenshots of the two anonymous texts from my phone—Don’t get involved. and Seriously. Don’t.—out of the printer tray (the machine complained, as if unused to being called into moral emergencies) and stapled them to the second page. The paper felt heavier in my hand, weighted with proof. I wrote: