Your Mine Ours I Could Do This For Hours Novels & Stories

I grab the towel from the lounger and wipe myself. “Why does she affect me this way?” Caleb, control yourself, she’s only your employee. I had been with many beautiful women. More than enough. In different places, in different cities, even in rooms that all looked exactly the same no matter how pricey they were. Women who knew how to look at me. I laid on the lounger, my arm under my head, one leg crossed, looking up at the sky. Yay! Yes, I do admit that I like species under skirts, and if she were not my worker, I would have stripped her off all her clothes and given her a rough time in the pool. “Damn! Caleb, Damn!”

“This is what you choose to spend your time on?” Silence. So what if i had a kid at sixteen and i did not go to college? trust me i'm not the first and i'm sure i will not be the last person to do that, you can't possibly make me feel any more bad about that than i used to but i got over it and you should too. this is honestly too much of a juvenile act for you ladies. Heavy. Uncomfortable. “And frankly,” I added, my smile sharpening slightly, “maybe lay off the prescription pills. They seem to make you all a bit… jumpy.”

bodega with the cat that is three parts lion, the nail salon two doors down that is always playing a true crime podcast at a low murmur, a teenager on a skateboard practicing a trick like persistence is oxygen. I buy a second apple because the first one was a betrayal and I am stubborn. I come home feeling more like a person and less like a cursor blinking without a sentence.

“That you're mine. And I'm yours.” “You wouldn't do it. Even if I begged.” I panted “With the way i’m itching for the entire world to know that we’re mates?” He chuckled cruelly “I might.”

Every man in the room went perfectly still. “They have. I care more about one frightened woman than I do about all of your opinions combined. And that doesn’t make me weak. It makes me dangerous. Because a man with nothing to lose might negotiate with you. But a man with everything to lose?” His smile was winter-cold. “That man will burn your world down before he lets you touch what’s his.” He straightened, adjusting his cufflinks one final time. “The Santos territory remains under Santos control. Anyone who has a problem with that is welcome to discuss it with me. Privately.”

I nodded at his words. “By the way, Alpha Villion… I wanted to suggest something. Since you’re now using your own treasures to secure alliances, there’s a chance your assets might eventually run out. So I’d like to recommend that, if we ever have the time, we search for more active mining locations. That way, when your current reserves are depleted, you already have a secured place to replace them.”

Not violent, but not soft either. “I don’t know,” Andrei said, voice low. His eyes searching Zane's as though they would give him answers to his questions. “But it’s mine. You're mine.” Zane didn’t pull away, not this time. He stood there frozen, his breathing shallow and his throat tight. His body didn’t know whether to lean forward or flinch away. “And if I’m not yours to have?” he asked, a dare tucked beneath the question. He understood the risk the question posed, but he asked anyway.

What solution could there be to getting two hundred thousand in three weeks? "There's this site you can make money from." She started and my face immediately fell. "Oh please, Trish. A dollar or two isn't what's going to help me pay that amount of money in three weeks." "Let me land, Caily Galileo." She grumbled with a small pout of annoyance at my interception. I pressed my lips into a thin line and let her continue speaking but I didn't have much interest anymore. "This site is a private site but I can share you the link. You are not allowed to share it to others though. On this site, you can meet with elite men who..."

Him and I are worth it. END

said Sherly sincerely. "I love you more. You are only mine, and I would risk anything to protect what is mine, it will always be that way."