Trinidad Perez Tecson Novels & Stories

"Adriano Perez. That's my name." ________________________ -Aysha

The cottage they occupy looks like a house style, large and striking structure with ancient design in the Philippines. "Boss Trist Waltz, sorry we're late." Ynaria immediately apologized. "I don't think you should have said that." Clement said softly to Ynaria. "Don't worry, it's not a big deal." Trist's calm response. He was sitting at the stool bar drinking wine. "Oh no, I told you not to worry about Trist," Clement told Ynaria again. "Boss," Ryan Cruz called to Trist. "Drink in the morning, why don't you wait until night to have a party later."

Bloody hell. Then I swipe and she is sat on the beach, grains of white sand stuck to her tattooed arms, her hair wet over one shoulder as she is sat in between to the two beasts. Each resting their chins on her shoulders. They are both sporting beautiful blue diamond collars. The hashtag mentions Tesoro. It says making friends with two of the best behaved clients ever. I click on the link to the Tesoro official work page it takes me to a page called Pheonix Couture. I scroll and she is opening a new store in LA.

Beta Rodriguez indirectly labeled me as a prostitute. A bitter smile crossed my face as I took the pen that was there next to me and signed my name without much of a thought. From the time I was born, I have only seen and felt rejection and fear, and I think that is what I will only experience for the rest of my life. I got up from my place, and when I was about to leave, Beta Rodriguez called out my name. “No one knows about this contract between us, so I don't want you to tell anyone. Do you understand?” he asked me, and I nodded my head.

Silently, I did as told as I kept my eyes on the ground. “You are the concubine that has entered my son’s chambers and has refused to leave.” She said, keeping her tone calm. I didn’t look up, I didn’t dare to. “You seem to be pleasing him and it seems that he is enjoying your presence.” “Alpha Aguilar is who called me personally, Ma’am.” “Mother Luna, not ma’am.” The headmistress said, glaring at me. “Mother Luna, I did not intend to offend you. My apologies,” I said, and she nodded.

He turn to Carlos who nodded for him to start. " Uh ... Actually... First of all we would like to welcome you. We appreciate you for coming and ... Uh " " Go straight to the point " Maximo cut in curtly. He pulled his cigarettes from his lips and secure it between his two fingers. " Time isn't by anyone's side " " We need your help " Santana suddenly said. He couldn't keep on with the thought of what would happen if any delay occurs anymore " it's about Konstantin Dmitri " Upon hearing that name Maximo stop smoking. He put his cigarettes out and placed it in the receptacle container.

"My poor, poor heart." Mariano's grip on my hand tightened. He pulled me close to his side, then put his arm around my waist. "Tesoro," he hissed, "I don't want any man's name to escape your lips. Capisce?" "Okay, Don." "It’s Mariano." He reminded. "But you just said no man's name. Shit! Are you a woman?" I yelled. He blinked at me. "I have a dick. So, no." “But like…what are your pronouns? I’m sorry if I used the wrong ones?” I said, hyper all of a sudden. “I should I have asked.”

Goddess help me, I love a girl that takes charge. I remove one hand from her hip, lifting us up slightly to slide my pants down enough that my erection is bobbing freely between us. I see the surprise in her eyes, “We can stop any time Isla” I say. She shakes her head and says “No, I want you....all of you inside me Tate.” That was all the permission I needed. I fist my cock as she leans back, letting my eyes feast on her glistening goodies.

He grabbed the book, walking to Leo's office. Leo sat at his desk, flipping through the projects Pinnacle Electronics had up and coming. He huffed as he flipped, reading the project information on a current laptop design. The design and product revenue would bring in money in the billions. Leo had worked hard to seal this deal and the manufacturers of the laptops had helped him create a design prototype.

Katerina got up from the couch, shaking her head in both disgust and annoyance as she walked toward the bar. One of the girls walked toward our table, but both Ezra and Diego didn’t pay her a second glance. “They smell like aphrodisiac,” Ezra stated, and Diego shook his head. “Forcing their pleasure out of them. Something that my father has as a profession. It is a shame that he doesn’t see it as wrong and doesn’t have anyone to tell him off, don’t you think?” Diego said, standing up as he looked at the woman, Katerina. “What are you going to do?” I asked, and he looked back at Cosimo.