Romans & histoires Won't You Put That P On Me

“Is that a challenge I hear because I can still put you in your rightful place if it is." I lean in slightly. “Try it.”

“Will you be able to handle yourself on your own ?” “Yes. Now what are the results ?” “Positive” * Swoons * “Hmm ?! What the hell ! Get upppp !!”

His familiar, handsome face finally put me at ease. Lance and Ella stared at the newcomer, completely stunned and momentarily speechless. Peter Hawthorne's cold gaze swept over Lance as he declared possessively, "She's mine—the future Mrs. Hawthorne. You don't need to concern yourself with her."

P said with a grin. “What a shame we can’t even make eye contact,” he added, pouting. “You’re so dramatic,” Adison laughed. “Kourt, come on! You should invite him! He wants to join the BBQ!” Adison teased, elbowing me. “Why me?” I panicked. “Can’t you do it?” “I’m grilling too!” P said, stepping closer and gently nudging me backward with his hip. “Penélope!” I exclaimed, laughing despite myself.

“W—what does that mean? I don’t-“ “You are stuck with me, whether we both fucking like it or not” xXxXxXxXxXxXxXxXx Leave a vote and a comment, I'd love to hear your thoughts. See you tomorrow

"Pops? Tell me I am wrong... please!" "We can't!"

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As long as I get to see you live on. *..zzzzzzz-PANG!!*

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