Novel & Cerita Santa Clause 2 Bernard

Meanwhile, on their way returning home surrounded by four bouncers, as they were going, Bernard demand for some candy, cookies, and Ice cream, His dad, Stanley promised to meet up with his demands by buying all for him, and Stanley ordered the driver to head on to Eddy snacks After few minutes of driving, the driver pulled up In the parking lots of Eddy Snacks, Lucia steps out of the car to get him what he demanded, but Bernard Insulted In following Lucia, Meanwhile, Bernard doesn't want to leave Bernard and Lucia alone to go, so he had to follow them, When going, four bouncers around them, Stanley and Lucia held Bernard's hands, and they found hand In hand to Eddy snacks where they wanted t

Kate says. “We’ll have a great story to tell Anne about her birthday,” I say. “This is her birthday story,” Kate says. “And it’s perfect.” “Hang on,” I tell her. “I’ll be back.” “Where are you going?” Kate yells. “To find a minister!” I call. And, as luck would have it, I find one almost immediately. In fact, I run into him in the hallway. Literally. I run right into Santa Claus. He was stranded overnight because of the storm after visiting kids on the pediatric ward.

Willow realized most of Greg’s objections over her flirting seemed to have more to do with his personal embarrassment or potential impact on the company and less with actual jealousy. The Santa Claus operation was set up in the middle of Town Centre, near the mall’s information desk and a kiosk that sold watches and did watch repair. Willow always wondered how in the world a watch repair kiosk stayed in business these days, especially since one of its employees--a pretty girl named Bree--frequently wandered off somewhere with men to do God knows what (Willow was pretty sure she knew what). Of course, maybe that was how Bree fulfilled the company’s “Satisfaction Guaranteed” slogan.

“Yes, tonight. And wear something decent for once.” I rolled my eyes automatically. “You say that like I dress like a stripper.” If only he knew. “This is important,” he continued. “My friend’s son is flying in for Christmas.” “What friend?” “Patrick Laurent.” The name sounded vaguely familiar. “He was supposed to surprise us for the holidays, but your mother and I already booked that Aspen trip this weekend. So you’ll host him instead.” Something about the way he said man instead of boy made me pause. “And Ivy?”

Santa's hands slid down, cupping her full breasts through the fabric, thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked, hard and aching. Dory's breath hitched, a moan escaping as she turned her head to capture Santa's mouth. His beard tickled her skin, the kiss deep and claiming, tongue sweeping in like he owned her secrets. Jingle knelt, yanking her skirt up and panties down in one tug, exposing her pale ass and the slick folds of her pussy, already glistening in the firelight.

By the time Yves Golding got home, it was already midnight. I was lying in bed, staring at a photo of him and Melissa Lane. His abs showed faintly beneath his red Santa suit as she leaned against them, eyes shyly closed. Their colleagues had left comments below the post, saying that they were a perfect match and that Yves was quite bold. Melissa commented, "You guys, stop making things up. Mr. Golding was just being kind by keeping a lonely soul like me company for Christmas!"

Claude stayed alert in case this was some other sort of plan. "It has to be," Ria affirmed. "Why else would she be acting nice towards you?" she further added. Claude already knew this so she just nodded and listened to their conversation. "The beach?" Denver said. "It's too cold," Tasha replied. "I'm team beach brah! Would love to see ladies in" "Stop it'' Tasha shoved Eric and he laughed out loud with Denver. "Claude, where do you want to go?" Anywhere but here. "Anyplace will be fine except hiking" she replied.

BACK AT THE hotel, Clare headed straight for the mini-bar to calm her frazzled nerves. Francesca and Clare had waited for two hours at the club before the waiters finally showed up but now Jean and Bertrand were comfortably ensconced on the green leather sofa, with Francesca between them. She had her leg crossed towards Bertrand, her shoeless foot twitching predatorily, brushing from time to time against his trousered calf. Clare opened another bottle of champagne and filled four glasses. She sat down opposite the other three but wasn’t on her own for long.

he asked to himself, and that idea scared the hell out of him. With a heavy heart, he forced himself to walk away from them... ================================== Meanwhile. "W-What are you doing here, Bernard?" Claire asked him, while looking confused. "I needed to take a break, and that's why I decided I go back here." Bernard gently replied. "Is that so? Uh, well it's nice to see you again. I have to go somewhere---!" Claire stopped at mid-sentence when Bernard suddenly held her hand. "Claire, I hope it's not too late for me to apologize to you." Bernard softly apologizes.

Once the seaplane berthed, Tanya disembarked first, followed loosely behind by her parents and four bodyguards. Bernard's assistant was standing up front and greeted her respectfully, "Good Morning, Ms. Sweet. I'm Alexander Reno, personal assistant to Bernard Arnault. Allow me to extend a warm welcome from Mr. Arnault and his wife!" Tanya was surprised. If Bernard's personal assistant was there, didn't that mean Bernard was there too? With that in mind, she asked, "Is Mr. Arnault on the island?" "Yes!" Alexander smiled and nodded. "It's such a coincidence—Mr. and Mrs. Arnault just arrived on the island themselves. They apologize for not being able to receive you personally, and ask for your