Rent Tango: Maureen 소설 & 이야기

She trails her index finger along the tattoo on my torso, it's barely a touch, she's just ghosting her finger along the ink but it still makes my skin feel fuzzy, my stomach tightens and my dick twitches. I swallow. "You didn't think so?" I grasp her hand then I play with her fingers so she doesn't think anything of it. "I thought it was one of those good-bad movies." She's now tracing the ink on my fingers, "What do these letters stand for?" She examines the letters on each finger. A, M, L, R. Staring down at the letters, I smile, "Aron, Mariana, Luna and Regina. Mi familia." I drag my eyes back to her face.

', I stuttered not at all sure whether I heard correctly or not. At this point, something happened to make me confirm that an alternate universe does exist. He smiled. Raphael Sinclair smiled at me. Good old me. And what a smile it is. I couldn't even stutter now. My voice lodged itself in my throat. I gaped at him, opening and closing my mouth. 'I know Ms. Anderson, we started on the wrong foot here. Why don't we start fresh? Hi, I'm Raphael Sinclair, CEO for this enterprise', he said extending his hand.

After that, Stanley almost smashed the phone down as their call ended. Maureen kicked her pillows with a grunt. ‘Fine. If Stanley doesn’t want to be with me, then I won’t let any woman be with him either,’ she thought and hissed. Someone knocked on Maureen’s door. “It’s Mommy. Can we talk?” Tania’s voice said, a bit faded. “Leave me alone, Mom!” Despite her resistance, Tania knocked thrice before entering the room. With a worried face, Tania sat beside her daughter on the bed. She faced her and softly said, “Maureen, why are you doing this?”

We reached the backyard which was huge and had a pool filled with way more people, it was going to be difficult to find Maureen in the sea of people. “There they are.” The cherry voice yelled and both Ansel and I turned in the direction. Maureen was headed our way with her hair flowing over her shoulders and chest which was clad in a bright orange bikin, true to self I allowed my eyes remain on her large chest for a while. She was pretty, endowed and rich. She was practically everything men needed, men like Ansel. “Hey Ansel, I didn’t think you’ll make it.” She beamed, Ansel’s hold on me loosened as he spoke to Maureen.