The Charismatic Charlie Wade Chapter 3591 Novels & Stories

’ ‘ Just stay away from that man,’ Oh, I planned to. “ Is that Ellis Carter? “ Chadwick asked. I turned my head to my left. Ellis and CC were talking to an older man. “ I heard he found his mate. Are you alright, Love?” They gave me sympathetic looks. I growled inwardly at the thought of Charlotte. It was a good thing she missed the event; otherwise, I’d lose it and fucking slap her when she does as much as breathe. “ I’m alright. I came with him,” I informed them, and their eyes widened.

Seems I had bigger problems to deal with. My legs felt like jelly as we walked out of the shop. “Looks like the vacation is over, future wifey. A little Amelia or a little Dane in our hands soon. I've won in life.” THE END

Charlie replied to my unsaid question looking at me warily. "What a very amazing pack this is," I said sarcastically. "Well, she's all yours. This is where you belong," he threw a smirk in my direction and I rolled my eyes at him "show her around and make her feel at home." Jack beamed shaking her ass once again. "Make sure you stop by again." Charlie said biting her index finger and I started at her in disgust. "Follow me." She instructed leading the way and swaying her hips from side to side shaking her ass, her butt was jiggling so much I was concerned if it would fall off, I wonder how many men have fucked and touched her.

“Yes, baby. Your face says a different thing, while your mouth speaks differently.” I stretched my hands toward a kneeling Charlotte. “Come with me, baby girl,” I said, this time with a crooked brow. “Come with me. You’ve done a great job. You must be applauded. I appreciate ladies who satisfy my fantasies.” Restless heat passed through me as Clint led me across an open space. The rumble of helicopter blades and the roar of engines grew louder with each step, But I was lost in thoughts. I was so horny, and he knew my situation as we walked down the apartment to the hangar.

CHARLIE * * "Okay, what do you want us to talk about?", I asked. "Graduation night, my car broke down, came over to your house, wanted to crash at your place, planned on skipping the party because my girlfriend and I broke up that day and she was going to be there, it was like God wanted me to not go, I see you a little bit drunk, which is weird because, you never drink, or you're not allowed to, you talk about being frustrated, I tell you to rebel and you say you can't, I ask you what you want and you say me, you kiss me, we get intimate, you fall asleep, you wake up and you're looking panicked, you tell me to leave that it was a mistake, let's start from there, explain that night".

Now* “Mom, please help me understand. Did something bad happen?” “Gosh no Charlee, nothing like what you’re thinking. I’m just trying to help you understand, and tell you the story of the last night I saw your father. It had been weird, different, we had gotten into a fight at a party, and he told me he was in love with someone who died, and he also let it slip that she looked like me, we didn’t talk for an entire week, but the next day he was leaving with his family back to Louisiana and I knew that if I ever wanted to see him again, it had to be that night.”

“Oh, Charity, come on! We always believe in you, keep remembering that!” “Mommy, I know you can do it. You can pass it!” Charles. I saw Charles happily chewing his food. I chuckled because even though I was unhappy that my father rejected me. Two people supported me. “Of course, I can, Charles. Let's pray before we sleep. I promise you that I will buy your favorite fried chicken tomorrow.” Charles's eyes twinkle. He gives me a thumbs up. I know he was motivated to eat his favorite food. “You're the best mom I ever had!”

Caine, but he wouldn't stop. "Smarty, please fix your mood." "Uuh, sorry, Charm, these people have a way of getting on my nerves." "I know, but don't let them get to you," I whispered to him. "I'm sorry about what my mom said earlier." "Nah, I'm used to it already. Now enough of the family drama; where are my handsome billionaires?" I said as my eyes lit up in search of billionaires. "Charm!" I heard someone call me. I mean, I know I want to be in this society, but I was surprised that someone knew me here.

“Roddy, don’t be crude. This counts as charity, a good deed, just like how you donate to our next-door neighbors. “What? You can be the only good guy draining our savings for a poor widow and her daughter, but I’m wrong for helping an even more struggling college student?” As his face went red, I poured fuel on the fire. “Why is it charity when you do it but not when I do? Are you coming at me because your neighbors are a young, beautiful widow and her daughter, while I’m sponsoring a guy?” “As if!” I must have struck a nerve because, caught in a moment, Roddy raised his hand at me. Looking up, I narrowed my eyes at his suspended arm. “Hit me, Roddy. I dare you to.”