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Tommy laughed also. Tommy was 15. He was a star quarterback junior at his school. If you let the girls at his school tell it, he was hot and dreamy and he had dated more girls than I can remember. He didn't have white-ish blonde hair like mom and I. His hair was dirty blonde and he had hazel brown eyes. He was one of those little brothers that secretly love and care for you but will never admit it to your face. "Baby, how was your first week in college?" Mom asked gleefully.

When Tommy came out he looked more relaxed. “You did good,” he told her. “The juice was perfect. No banana.” They drove to the fitting. In the car Tommy took off his cap. He ran a hand through his hair. “These fittings are boring. But the suits make me look good for the cameras.” Siya smiled a little. “I am sure they do.” He raised an eyebrow. “Was that a compliment?” “Just stating facts,” she said. Tommy chuckled. The sound filled the small space. He shifted closer. “You are different from the last guy. He never made me laugh in the first hour.”

I'm Aubrey, what can i do for you" i ask him, getting tired of the conversation my tommy had started to hurt again He looks at me and dusts his tailored suit "I want you to be my Surrogate "

But Tommy tried his best to get to know his idol better. "Why are you smiling?" asked Dante, sitting before Tommy shook his head, the smile still lingering on his face. Of course, it wasn't a mockery or disdain but a smile of pride. "I just didn't expect to be chosen to work with you, sir," Tommy replied. "You are our idol__" "We?" interrupted Dante. "Yes, me and my friends in special forces training," Tommy replied, sounding enthusiastic. "Oh yeah, how old are you?" asked Dante again. "Twenty-four, and you're only a year older than me."

"Mila, this is Tommy, our Beta." I gave a small nod in greeting to Tommy, he was tall, not as tall as Lobo, but close. He looked intimidating with his menacing face and unruly red hair. He looked me up and down, smiling but when he turned back to Lobo I could see he had questions, even though he wasn't asking them openly. "You go under the radar for months, and when you return you've got a woman on your arm?" Lobo nodded, "My mate." I noticed the smile drop from Tommy's face, he looked surprised, not annoyed, "Your mate?"

I picked it up and began to flip through it, but my mind was far from the glossy pages. Smith’s mockery a few day s ago popped up in my head, “Do you think you can bed a tomboy?” As a tomboy, I expected nothing less, but I trusted my charms. I am Travis Scott, the most handsome billionaire in the state. Last night, I even put in some effort to look provocative before going to her. I flung my masculinity before her. I was almost bare. My shirt was unbuttoned and I had just a pair of briefs on.

And another guy I hadn’t seen before properly, though I vaguely remembered seeing him laughing with the others at the football field that day. But Zachary wasn’t there. Relief hit me so suddenly I almost slumped in my chair. “Hey,” Adrian greeted casually. Serena smiled brightly. “Hi.” I forced a nervous smile. “H-Hi.” The new guy grinned immediately. “I’m Tommy,” he introduced himself easily. “Please ignore whatever Tyler says. We don’t claim him sometimes.” “Rude,” Tyler complained dramatically. Adrian rolled his eyes. Then Tyler suddenly looked directly at me and said—

He had on a black Maree Noire tee and tan long pants on while a simple silver chain hung from his neck with a silver ring on it with a swirl like band hanging in the centre as he leaned over. He uploaded the pictures to his MyGram account that didn’t have many followers with the caption: Spent a full weekend with him~ <3 <3 <3 #Annoying as fuck! But missing you already! #handsome #sexy #dangerous #drop_dead_gorgeous #SexGod #tattoos #inked_up #deathbyAlpha #drool #deadserious #husbandmaterial #Cyro #Corbin #Silver and tagged the following random accounts along Corbin’s body @Fuck @The @hell @off @bitch.

Then she dumped him for some actor-slash-douchebag and ghosted him mid-rent. He’d ranted about it on F******k once. A two-paragraph poetic meltdown under a photo of spaghetti. Perfect. I logged into my old, dusty F******k account. The one I used when my only friend was a ramen cup and a school library computer. I searched him. Tomas De Nero: Web Developer | Freelance Security Consultant | “Don’t Cross Me” Oh, sweet karma. His DMs were open. I typed: Hey Tomas. Long time no talk. I think we have a mutual enemy… and I have a very interesting offer.

"So little innocent Sabrina wanted to get a bite of the big bad wolf!" Sabrina jumps and feels the heat rise on her face, turning back to give the man her full attention. She totally didn't hear Tommy hang up his phone, it will not do her any favors to not be paying attention. It is clear Tommy was hoping for that as he uncurls from his chair. The smirk Tommy wears is bordering on sinister and causes her stomach to drop, that sinister smirk looks so out of place against the almost Santa Claus face, well if Santa still had the head of greasy brown hair. Tommy even has the same build, instead of that famous red suit, it's a cheap too tight Gucci knock-off. She hates it but takes a step back ea