Novel & Cerita Reading Juicy Gossip In Her Mind

“What did I do?” “You were about to ask them something. Something you saw in their minds.” “Yes.” Her mood switched to excited. “Someone called Yuqi. She must be why they fell out. Probably a love triangle.” “Alright, Stephenie Meyer Fan Club, take your oestrogen off the boil. If you’d asked them something you couldn’t possibly have known, they’d have figured out you can read minds. The whole point of having that ability is not letting people know you can do it.”

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD. Juicy dumped the bundle into the first washer and when her arms were free she covered her face with her hands. 'I AM in a vegetative state. I got hit in the head, I was in a coma and I'm no longer of sound mind and body.' Juicy began to pace. Absently she adjusted her bra. Her left breast felt full and sensitive from Troy's attention. Juicy closed her eyes and covered her breasts with the palms of her hands. But Lordie did he know how to work on some titties, not to mention making her cum like that. What man had ever wanted to kiss her for nearly an hour?

“She greets us politely.” “Yes,” another added. “She even says thank you.” They smiled. “She is different from other rich wives,” one maid said. They continued their work, unaware that Judy could hear faint voices upstairs. --- Inside her room, Judy sat quietly on the bed. She hugged a pillow tightly. Her mind was heavy. Her heart was confused. She kept replaying everything in her head. The kiss. The crowd. The cameras. David’s lips. Her heart beat faster. “Why won’t my mind rest?” she whispered to herself.

My mind races, connecting the dots at lightning speed. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Mindy Williams, my gorgeous chief accountant is Maurice's ex-girlfriend. And the nudes she sent me by mistake were meant for Maurice. “Just curious,” I tell Maurice, shooting him a glance. But my mind has already wandered off, thinking about that video with Mindy fingerfucking herself, grinding her hips, and shaking from her orgasm. My dick is rock-hard in my pants in an instant. Fuck, what are the chances? Jesus, I need another shot of vodka.

Just then, her phone rang, and the caller was Matthew. Her heart skipped a beat, and she spoke with reddened eyes. "Alright! You all want to know who my marriage partner is, right? He is calling now, and I'll tell you who he is." With that, she turned her phone over and showed the screen to everyone. In an instant, nearly everyone in the villa gathered around her. But three seconds later, everyone burst out laughing. "Ms. Presley, aren't you going to show us your marriage partner? Why is your phone screen black?"

She says looking at me with a satisfied smile. Then to my shock, she leans into me and gives me a slow passionate kiss while moving in my lap straddling me. Oh God. I’m losing control. I pull back looking at her before I take her to my bed and really make her scream. “You made my mind orgasm a million times with just watching you, so yes. I enjoyed myself thoroughly and you ARE unbelievable.” I tell her and she gives me a look I haven’t quite seen her give me before. Then she seems to be contemplating something and snaps out of her daze. What I wouldn’t give to be able to read her beautiful mind. She gets off my lap and stands. Then grabs her phone and text something. Did I fuck something up

Rye wouldn't let her answer because he'd disappeared on the other side. She was sitting on the hammock in the garden and closed her eyes, letting her thoughts settle down. Many thoughts came to her mind, those of her neighbors and Nay Remy. She seemed to be on a faraway island because she was so quiet, even though many people's thoughts were still coming in. She gets it now. Because of her feelings, she can't always figure out what other people think. Especially when Rye is on her mind, she can't read Rye's mind. It's like an intermittent link.

I let out the most profound sigh I could muster and informed Jill, "I just had a one-night stand with a stranger." Her eyes opened like if she had just seen a treasure, and she was responding to what I had just spoken. There is no doubt that this young lady enjoys engaging in gossip, and getting her hands on this information will undoubtedly provide her with a source of fun. "Really?!" God, she is doing so with a broad smile now, "how was it? How large was he? To put it another way, was he a typical kind of guy who is really fantastic in bed? Was he a gorgeous man?” She inundated me with questions that went beyond what my mind and sanity are capable of processing.

She wasn’t entirely sure why she’d gone for sushi other than that it seemed light and sophisticated and the type of thing that could, theoretically, be eaten from someone else’s fingers in a titillating fashion. Then she pulled on her luckiest pants, grabbed the copy of Milieu she’d picked up the other day, and settled down at her laptop. She could do this. She could totally do this. A couple of hours later, she was the proud father of eight hundred words on her Ellery-mediated introduction to the underground clubbing scene. She’d called it “Dance Where No One Is Watching” and she thought it was…quite good? Maybe? She wasn’t ready to loft it into the void just yet, so she emailed it to Harpe

I worried my lower lip between my teeth, gut curdling as I processed the cascade of incendiary extrapolations she was citing so matter-of-factly. "But I never confirmed any salacious hookups or-" "You haven't denied them either," Jane steamrolled ahead, the steely flash in those pale eyes brooking no quarter. "Which gives the gossips free reign to keep fanning the flames over your torrid off-camera love affair speculation. Add that to the white-hot heat clearly simmering with this delectable literary talent in question..." She allowed herself a significant pause here, delicately swiping her tongue across her upper lip.