Novel & Cerita Trophy X Cheesy

With the thrumming music, Javier waved about the WCOTY trophy fervently, looking a little hysterical with joy, It was when Quinna and Trevor were both distracted that he purposely let the trophy slide from his hand and break it. The trophy was not made of alloy—the material was unknown, but it was pretty fragile. It shattered like a vase once it met the floor. The moment the trophy shattered, something tiny slipped out of it, and Javier stepped on it swiftly. After he did so, Quinna and Trevor looked down at the shards in a stupor. After some time, Quinna exclaimed in disbelief, “You prodigal man. We have two trophies left now. How are we taking photos when we go back!?”

But only I know that the cheer is not from my heart. I don’t find the need to celebrate the Lupin’s downfall, but I have to do so for Chelsea’s sake. “Isn’t it a breathe of fresh air knowing we finally got what we wanted?” Chelsea remarks excitedly while clinking glasses with me. “Now show us the tats, will you?” “it’s still fresh.” “Even so.” I remove my jacket. Chelsea turns me around to view the tats. What I requested was a butterfly and a rose, while Chelsea added that a bird would look good as well.

With a tight smile, I turned around to regard her, “Dr.Merch.” Her red-lipstick tainted lips were pulled into a dazzling smile through which her pearly white teeth peeped outside. Damn it, what an absolute beauty she was. No wonder Mark couldn’t control his boner in his pants when it came to her. “It's about time that I found you. Congratulations on your boards. I suppose Dr.Degrassee had already talked to you about the fellowship at Weston Hale. Amazing programme, if I can say so myself.” So that’s what this is about. I sighed inwardly.

Then he returned to the sofa and immediately leaned down, trapping her within his reach. His shirt collar was open, and from Khloe's angle, she could see everything clearly. She frowned in disgust. He had clearly put effort into his appearance tonight—even the strand of hair falling by his cheek looked deliberately styled…like a peacock desperately showing off its feathers. "Trey, you're becoming more and more disgusting." He chuckled dismissively. "That hurts. I even used the same cologne you once picked for me. I thought it might make you nostalgic." "Cut the nonsense. Where is T7?"

Zane frowned, but Trey wasn’t fooled. “Come on,” he said. “You think I haven’t noticed how much you like my neck tat? You hardly ever nuzzle the other side. It’s always the inked one you’re licking up.” Zane shook his head. “You are too smart for me.” Trey didn’t say of course, just tipped his head endearingly to the side. “Want to christen my cock art?” In case Zane couldn’t figure out what he meant, he poked the tip of his tongue out. That this was a cheap trick didn’t matter. Zane’s groin tightened with excitement.

He is the kind of guy who gets a rock-hard boner in the middle of a board meeting and finds a way to get it drained before the closing remarks. Troy has the kind of "fuck you" money that buys any fantasy he wants, making sure every one of his kinks is catered to by whatever high-end whore catches his eye. Matt gives the bouncers a lazy wave of his hand. They heave the doors open, and the musky, heavy blend of expensive Cuban cigar smoke, top-shelf bourbon, and the woodsy scent of Troy’s signature cologne, greets him. Troy is sunk deep into a plush velvet armchair, head thrown back against the headrest, eyes squeezed shut in a grimace of agonizing pleasure.

"You're not well. We can help you—" "No one can help me." Troy steps towards me, chuckling as if he knows something that I don't, which he probably does. "I sent your fiancé and his cop friends on a wild goose chase." "What are—" He grins to himself, seeming satisfied. "I'm gonna take the one thing that matters to him most." He takes another step towards me. "His most carelessly left prized possession and who better than his wife? You see, Xavier has done a lot of cruel things to me in the past, so, you see, I'm not after you Zoey. I'm merely after his treasures."