Trinity Rodman Hot Novels & Stories

he replied simply. Rodnie signaled the bartender for another drink for himself. Then he turned back to Ryan. “Seriously, Bro. I’ve never seen you so serious like that,” he said. Moments later, his own drink arrived. “Was that a woman?” he asked. Ryan looked at him in surprise. “How did you know?” “Of course, who else?” Rodnie grinned. He glanced over Ryan's shoulder, and Ryan followed his gaze to see Gina exiting the VIP room, her expression still unreadable.

"This is my secretary and lover, Karin." He waited for a response from Karin in the form of a denial, but she just remained silent and did not give any response. 'Hmm, something's wrong and I'll find out what it is later,' thought Ryan. The man who was Ryan's business partner stretched out his hand to Karin. "Let me introduce myself, Bob." Karin reluctantly accepted the helping hand. “Karin!” Karin withdrew her hand when Bob was about to bring Karin's hand to his lips. She didn't want her hands to touch the wet lips of the old man who destroyed her childhood.

Something tells me that it must be his mistress that he left to see. Allen walked quietly into the room, it was my girlfriend's bar, so no security dared stop me, I just followed Allen straight inside the room. “How did it go?” I heard a young lady's voice. It sounded like my girlfriend Joan but that was impossible, she was visiting her grandmother for the holiday. “Guess who isn't getting a breakup,” Allen laughed loudly. “That bitch thought she could just break up with me and leave me broke, that was a wide idea.” “She would be at your mercy…it's only a matter of time before you are the one heading The Rodriguez's group,” the lady added.

We all called him ‘Hot Rod’ behind his back because, well, he was freaking hot. Rodney was a tall, black man in his mid twenties. He was an avid runner and swimmer and had the body to show for it. That is, if his pictures on social media were accurate. He never posted any pictures with women, or men for that matter. He kept his dating life pretty private.

I picked up my phone and called someone. "I want all the information about the smiths now" I said. Roxanna's pov I was in my room listening to drake in my feelings when tomika texted me. "Have you seen the news?" I read the text. I got the hint and switched on the TV. "Oh my God" I gasped. They were photos of Roshni and Tyler hugging. Thank God mom and dad aren't home TV:it seems Tyler Montana our lead singer in the HOT brothers is in a secret relationship with the new daughter of the smiths but the question is where does that leave his long time girlfriend the queen of music Olivia Jones.

"Thank you. Does that mean I'm officially your friend again starting from this moment?" Edward nodded quietly. He then embraced Tristan. "Let's hope there are no more misunderstandings between us." Tristan returned the hug. Relief washed over him. Now, there was no more animosity between them. He could finally rejoin Kenzi, Richard, and Kaivan. **** "Are Edgar and Elena already asleep?"

Before he even finishes detailing the encounter, Rodolpho is back on his hands and knees on the mattress, rubbing his sensitive nipples against the sheets while his own fingers slide into his sticky, semen-filled rear, masturbating furiously while he tells Clark exactly how Jonathan Kent flooded his body. He is the ultimate hotwife of the Kent Syndicate. The realization brings a dangerous, overwhelming climax that locks his thighs in pure ecstasy. As he finally disconnects the feed, Rodolpho Simmons falls into a deep sleep, dreaming of meeting massive, powerful soldiers in syndicate bars across the global territories—and letting them completely destroy his body.

“Okay, if Trip is not the hottest guy in campus, then who is? I mean…he’s the captain of the basketball team, he has a Porsche, he’s a straight-A student, and he looks like Barbie’s Ken with hazel eyes.” “Well, you know me. We’ve always had different tastes. I wonder why we’re best friends.” I laughed. “All right. I wonder who you find worthy of being called the ‘hottest’ guy in campus, then?” She stared at the ceiling thoughtfully and then said, “Travis Cross.” “Amen!” Amanda Jones, who had her locker beside Cindy’s, said. She beamed at us. “No offense, either, Brianne. Trip is hot. But Travis Cross? Out-of-this-world hot!” Then she walked away.

“If the organizers ask, we’ll say we haven’t seen him! They won’t stop the recording for one person. They’ll be at a loss if they do so!” Cordelia smiled at her. Trinity had short hair and wore cargo pants with boots. She looked high-spirited and experienced. Her pretty features made her look like a handsome young man from afar. Cordelia walked out while stretching her hands and did not see the water on the ground. She slipped and fell on her back! When she almost fell, Trinity held her waist. The former grabbed onto her instinctively, and they locked eyes. She realized that not only was Trinity great at directing movies, but she was also pretty and majestic.

His eyes light up and he gets up with a kind smile on his face. “You must be Kendell. I’m Ryan Rodgers. It’s an honor to meet you.” He walks over to me. My legs nearly give in by how deep his voice is and how they sound like music to my eyes. I’m afraid he hasn’t been using his talents at all. He could say anything, and it would be sexy. His voice alone could impregnant a whole army of women. He takes my hand in his and his smile widens. “So, Miss Marks it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He caresses the back of my hand with his thumb.