Novel & Cerita Sussy Man

"I'll ask you again—where is Serenity?!" That handsome face of his seemed to be enshrouded in a layer of icy frost. There was a bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes that sent shivers down Susie's spine. Was this man really… Lucas Gomez, the Prince of Showbiz?! But he was nothing like the man in the paparazzi photographs she always saw online! He was not cool and nonchalant at all, but murderous and savage instead! Susie felt as if she was facing… the grim reaper himself!

Please, don't let it be a dick pic…. The image loads and all three of us looks with wide eyes. Not a dick pic… but twice as exciting. The picture is centred around the chest of a man, Davon I'm guessing. He's dressed in a black suit, a smart red shirt buttoned neatly and a black tie down the angled lines of the suit front. We can see a good definition of muscles, even through the shirt and blazer. A cufflink on show. 'Liberton'. "Holy shit, Liz, you hit the jackpot here." Lakista mumbles in amazement. "He's rich enough to wear Liberton…"

Susan grew tired and asked, “Aren’t we going to start?” The corner of the man’s lips curled. He was dressed in a grey three piece suit with an attractive personality. His voice was quite deep and authoritative. “I’m Clover West but you can just call me West,” He stared at her with a strange look that made Susan uneasy. She didn’t speak and looked on dumbly as he continued to speak. “Why opt for this way when there is an easy way out?” Did Andrew betray her? This man seemed like he knew her, or maybe not. She had to be smart. “I don’t get it,” she said with a forced smile. West walked over and stood in front of her, relaxing his back on his desk. He spoke sternly,

“Speaking of paradise, girls, let me tell you about my new man.” Eloise groaned, laughing. “Oh God, here we go again.” “I’m serious!” Sue insisted, tapping her glass against the table for emphasis. “He’s divine. Though older, his money runs like water. Generous — my kind of man." Aurelia snorted, amused. “Sue, you literally say that every time you meet someone with a wristwatch that sparkles.” Sue waved her hand dismissively. “No, no, this one’s different. He’s in the oil sector, and guess what — he’s here on the island right now! With his wife, can you imagine? I almost choked on my mimosa when I saw her.”

I wоndеr how muсh lоngеr I would hаvе had to ѕtау dоwn thеrе bеfоrе hе саmе dоwn tо get mе. Thіѕ mаn is a соntrоl frеаk wіth аngеr аnd trust issues. But he’s ѕо hоt! I саn’t help but notice hіѕ tіght аѕѕ іn thоѕе pants аѕ I fоllоw him іntо thе rооm.

Bars of gold curved high, enclosing a platform where women danced with wild abandon, their hips swaying, their hands gripping the bars, their bodies moving to the rhythm of money and desire. I froze. Sandra squeezed my hand. “That’s where we’ll be.” My knees weakened. Before I could speak, a man approached. Tall, slim, with slicked-back hair and a smile too sharp to be kind. “Spider,” Sandra said, kissing his cheeks. Spider. The manager. His eyes slid to me. Cold. Calculating. He looked me up and down, lingering on every exposed curve. “Who’s this mouse?” he drawled. “Pretty enough. Banging body.”

I wоndеr how muсh lоngеr I would hаvе had to ѕtау dоwn thеrе bеfоrе hе саmе dоwn tо get mе. Thіѕ mаn is a соntrоl frеаk wіth аngеr аnd trust issues. But he’s ѕо hоt! I саn’t help but notice hіѕ tіght аѕѕ іn thоѕе pants аѕ I fоllоw him іntо thе rооm.

Susan yelled and Mr Wilson scoffed “What does it look like to you, Susan? I married you because I know I won’t have the time to take care of my son, I begged you to treat him like yours, but what did you do? You molest him? How could you, Susan. I can’t believe I trusted someone like you, I am ashamed of myself, did you even have heart at all? Are you suffering from mental disorder? Because I don’t know why you find joy in raping someone that suppose to be your son, Susan you have been sleeping with my son since he was 10, this is crazy, Susan I thought you’re a human but you aren’t” he said and Susan left out a smirk.

"Alright, I would be in the lobby," I watched as he left the office, and knew that he left because the fat man was nervous. "Good day," the fat man said, and I responded. "May I know your name?" "My name is Susan, Susan Dream," The fat man looked at me and said in a whisper, "You aren't from Elite pack." "No one in Elite pack had the surname, Dream. Since Marcus said that I worked for him then there was no problem.