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“Don’t worry. I already told Rafe about your boyfriend, Joshua.” Croix resumes his position against the doorframe, staring at me while I brush off the fact Phil called Wesley, my boyfriend Joshua. “Where are the other guys, Rafe?” He tips his head towards a wing of the house. “They are playing Vicon Cross.” Phil looked like he didn't understand a thing but he nodded nevertheless. Asshole. “They're gamers. You won't see them much.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. I knew it. Someone in here has been beating their meat because it smells like excess semen, cigarettes and stale beer. Thank goodness Markie packed my scented candles.

I sighed, “It was fine.” “Just fine? Come on man. She's a pretty little thing and I don't know what she sees in you, but whatever it is, she likes you. Only one who is blind won't see that. You can't just say fine. I need more!” Peter's eyes narrowed at me. “I’m not telling you anything else. I've said too much already. I am not talking sex with you.” Peter chuckled. He had succeeded in making me even say this much, and he was not going to get anything else from me.

Maddie said diverting all her attention to the younger and saw that resistance and confusion in his eyes so she quickly turned to the counter and placed her hands around the strangers waist. "He is not your replacement" she said and chuckles softly while tracing the stranger’s waist and said "I’m sorry I didn't introduced him. Aiden this is Peter, my boyfriend, and Peter this is my sweetheart Aiden" The owner introduced both of them and younger released the breath which he was holding back since he entered the store. With that he greeted the stranger and smiled. "Well I thought I was your sweetheart? Ouch" Peter said dramatically placing his hand on his heart and squeezing his shirt on left

I have just gotten off work and I’m making dinner when her call came in. I flip the pancake in the plan, before replying her. “Rude, But not so handsome.” No lies, Peter is handsome But his attitude is a turn off. “Pooh____ lease! It’s because you have a boyfriend. I’m sure if Mike wasn’t on the line, I’m sure you would have thrown yourself around him by now. Peter is a Greek God.” I scoff at her words, turning off the gas. “Even if I’m single, I’ll never go out with him.”

He wiped his tears before looking back at me “Peter but my friends call me Pete” “And how old is Pete?” I smiled “9” He sniffled “Okay Pete, here’s what we’re going to do. We’ll take this purse back to her owner and then you’ll apologize to her. Then we’ll go have a big lunch together how about that?” “Woahh Mister! Are you serious?” “Course I am. We’ll get your sister to come along with us okay and then you can order whatever you want, my treat” “You’re not like the rest of them are you? Those rich folks with no empathy”

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

The sharp pain and taste of blood jolted some semblance of clarity back into me. "Get… Get off me! If you don't stop, I'll call the police!" I croaked out desperately. However, Bryson seemed even more excited that I was awake. Laughing, he grabbed my struggling hands and pressed his lips against mine. "Why resist? I know you want this. You act all proper during the day but play with yourself at night. Why not let me join you? I'll make you feel things your husband never could…" he taunted. Bastard!

One particular thing about Peter most people don't notice is the fact that he was a good stylist. I learned a lot from his perception of style and I was certainly incorporating them. Oh! And In case you don't know, Peter is my best friend, and his advice and moral support have been what kept me this far. "Hey man, I am off to a date with Natasha" Of Course that is where he was going. Peter was a love-sick guy and the fact that he was blessed with such a naturally endowed lady, made me jealous. You are so pathetic being attracted to someone else's girlfriend other than yours I heard my subconscious comment.

During the party celebrating my promotion, I am in the middle of cutting the cake when a positive pregnancy test report is thrown right in my face. Subsequently, my normally compliant boyfriend, Zachary Zolt, pulls my best friend, Caroline Lotter, into his arms. With reddened eyes, he says, "Winnie, for the past three years, I've stayed by your side, giving you all the emotional support you needed and the respect you deserved. "However, Carol is now pregnant with my baby, and I have to take responsibility. You've always been magnanimous, so don't be petty over a minor matter, alright? Let's part amicably." Our colleagues gasp in surprise before shooting me a look, as though I were a malic

she moaned, trembling. Ron groaned low in his throat. “Damn. That’s a tight fit.” Peter’s hands twitched. “That’s my girlfriend… you're fucking my girlfriend, Dad" “I know,” Ron said, his eyes locked on the way Vera’s body opened for him. “You’ve got no idea how lucky you are.” Vera’s thighs quivered around him, her breaths coming faster. “Ohhh, Papi. Don’t stop.” Peter shifted beneath her. “Please… don’t finish inside her.”