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it by calling it a vest or jacket). “Boomer, if you call me ‘sweet cheeks’ again, I am going show you just how not sweet I am,” I warned him. Boomer laughed. “My apologies. Mrs. Sweet Cheeks, it is time to go. But if you want to walk in front of me, I’ll make sure your fine a&& stays dry and protected from the elements.” “Seriously, Boomer? Go get laid and leave me alone.” “Are you offering?”

The sound of the footsteps got louder, but I couldn't see who it was. My heart raced but I hardened it. The footsteps grew louder and louder. I gripped my bag tighter and grabbed a mop lying around. As I drew nearer, I raised the mop to hit the person. But I was shocked when a familiar voice greeted me. "I see the rumours are true. You overwork yourself. I'm not surprised that you're so great now." My fear dissolved into annoyance. "Mr. Hall," I muttered distastefully. I took on his appearance. He looked incredibly dashing in his corporate jacket and pants.

Tris's eyes widened in confusion - what was so funny? "I don't have any interest in Chris's life, Anna," Ed said, his smile fading. "So why would I bother asking his boss to fire him? My business is with his father, John. Not Chris." Tris's eyes searched Ed's face, looking for any sign of deception. But Ed's expression was neutral, his eyes calm. "But...but why would you hurt Chris like that?" Tris asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ed shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling in a smooth motion. "I'm not hurting Chris, Anna. I'm just taking care of business. And if Chris gets caught in the crossfire, that's not my problem."

I down the rest of my whiskey and pour another, the idea of sex weirdly making my skin crawl. "Your loss, Greek god." She shrugs and moves on to Blake's teammate. I walk outside to my bike. tonight, I got benched by Skylar McKee. But as I kick my bike to life, the engine roaring beneath me, one thing is clear. I don't know how to give up.

Mister was having a very bad day and the doctor didn't want to be on the receiving end of any of his frustrations. It didn't take long for them to run into their actual driver up the trail a little ways. Mister was so damn irritated that when the driver stopped the machine next to him, he snatched him out and tossed him aside as he jumped into the driver's seat and took off before the doctor could even get all the way in. Mister hit the gas and took off sideways, spraying dirt and gravel all over the discarded driver. "What an asshole," the driver said to Mister's back as he drove away, full speed ahead.

Her intentions were crystal clear from the beginning, I wonder why he let her do everything knowing she's not worth it. "Miss Y/n? Are you aware of how long you've been running on that damn treadmill?", Mr. Kim's pants and huffs brought me out of the trance I had dived in and I shook my head pressing the stop button on the machine, and hopped down. He huffed loudly and rested his palms on his knees bending over to catch his breath. I stifled my giggles and gave him back a slight pat.

I couldn't move; my feet were glued to the floor with my heart plummeting through them. "It's too bad you took off like you did, Holly. James here wanted to try you next after I told him how good a ride you were. He was excited that he didn't have to worry about knocking you up," Bobby sneered. He always did like to go for the pain. He never knew when to stop.

An arrogant rich asshole. " I'm not an easy lay, Mr. Black, and I'm sure as hell not willing to give you a chance to let you fuck me. You should check the next door." I say and take a step back as I turn around to leave.

Bobby barked beside me, wanting to help, but I stopped him using my foot. "There are broken glasses, Bobby! You need to stay here and let me do the work." I told him, and he understood it immediately. Bobby sat on his spot, looking at us while his tongue was playing out. I sighed, then darted in Ethan's direction, thinking of a plan.

I look at the mr, he looks cute anyway. He may be the same age as my father Me: excuse me mr, I'm a little distracted The mr: no, it's okay, me too I'm head in the air I say nothing and I go to the bathroom, on my return I see him sitting near my table Me: I'm sorry again Mr: no don't worry Something tells me that this man will be perfect for my mother lol Me: are you single?