Split Novels & Stories

Around mid-morning, Sam shakes his head, runs his hands over his split lip, and stares at his computer screen without blinking. “What’s wrong?” I quickly ask. “Nothing,” he snaps, avoiding me. “I’m talking about work. What’s wrong?” “I can’t sum the sales in Excel.” I almost laugh in his face. I press my lips together and stand up. The lessons I gave him at his apartment were useless. I stand very close to him, my face almost touching his as I make the adjustment. I feel his heart beating fast and his eyes scanning my face, but he says nothing and completely ignores me.

I feel more lubricant drip down my shaft and Mollie slowly sinking down causing me to buck my hips at how sensitive I felt. She slowly rides me and I moan against Jessie's slit. I try to lift my hips to get more friction, but my feet were tied. I whimper and Mollie starts riding me like lightning. My body trembles under them both and I feel my cum drip out of Mollie as she rides me into oblivion. I was finding it difficult to keep focus and Jessie climbs off me.

"Shunshine, that man has hurt you more times then I could count. Why would you wanna be around him? I can't stand him. I hate him for you. He ain't gotta be their to spend time with the kids. Send his ass home. I can't see how you do it. You should hate him. He dogged your ass out." "Kita, before we both say some things that's gone hurt our friendship, I think it's just best we agree to disagree. I was the one that was married to him. You act like you was. He is my first love and I'll never let our issues come between him being a good daddy. I'll call you later after the holidays because girl you tripping." I said and ended the call. I didn't even wait on her to respond. I was livid. Between

“Good night.” “Ah. Good night.” My brother responded. Once the door was shut, we all went inside. Aki-chan was right back to skipping around. After helping to clean up a bit, I went to the room that I was using and settled to work. Aki-chan joined me for a while with her colouring kit and eventually fell asleep on my bed. It took me a few hours to turn in for the night though. … I really did need a break after this project. Notes: Nii-san/-nii : Elder brother Nee-san/-nee : Elder sister -jii : Uncle

“Boss will you tell him that whatever he says never makes any sense?” Leo demands storming into the office with coming in hot behind him “ No, tell him that I am right and he’s just delusional.” Noah huffs plopping on the chair in front of my desk “What the hell are you two talking about?” I groan, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Ever since I assigned Leo’s brother Noah to the team they have done nothing but argue. “ He said that waffles are better than pancakes.” Noah gasps

"But Adrian? Running away doesn't change what you're feeling. It just postpones it." I left because he was right, and that was worse than if he'd been wrong. By Thursday, I'd tried to rebuild the professional distance. I suggested separate working sessions. I proposed that we divide the project into strategy components and creative components and work in parallel rather than together. Eli smiled at that. "You can't actually mean that," he said. "Because we both know this campaign only works because we're working together. Dividing it would compromise the outcome." "It would maintain professionalism," I said.

“I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth. “I have CRC.” “What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah. “Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle. “Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.