Give Me Your Mad Love

Weston's career only seemed

ital rather quickly, and in the eyes of out

s, Weston still t

esperate look in her eyes as she was sentenc

, he would get ex

office in the HL Group. "Weston, we haven't had dinner toge

rge French window and looking at the heavy traffic on the s

e disappointment in her voice. It had already bee

had been released from prison, s

hat she was disappointed about dinner, Weston agreed to have lunch wit

he underground parking lot, his

learning the ropes a

ney, she drank late with

le five is waiting,"

ached her thighs, and as she wasn't used to wearing something so short, she w

rivate rooms and bar girls that served them specifically. The hall, however, mostly saw guests that we

s a regular guest, and the first time Tracey served him, she impressed him with her

ey sat down next to him. As Tracy opened a bottle of wi

en find a singer!" one of the guest yell

th the singer. Would you like to have a seat first, an

Is this how you treat your guests? I came here to listen to som

ally so

new that she had to work at the nightclub because of her family's bad financial st

inger, then you go onstage and

ed, as she thought someone would

the guest kept insisting and wouldn't let the hostess go despite her apologies, Tracey couldn't stand it anymore. She got up, stood i

r. "And who the hell are you? It

rying to force her to sing. The girl was so

called, beggin

ust come up, she sighed and asked, "Will you b

o the stage. She sat on the high stool that was placed

your dream. White moonlight is shining, and then you miss her so much. Cinnabar mole will long be there. Are you going to

e had gotten hoarse, but it had also become more soulful. As she sang

words and emotions that she hadn't been able to rel

e rooms, Weston was resting on

ed across his black eyes. It was as if he was an eagle that had just spott

, and he had to admit it was a bit hoarser th

ioned himself behind the handrail on the second

t Tracey had indeed chang

the very end of it resting on the curve of her neck. Her once bright eyes now l

le year, but to him, she seemed

crowd, and when he saw the men stare at he

o her audience and was about to return to

ve a drink with us,

oming off them, and she frowned. "Sir,

rted yelling, "What? Are you looking down on us? You should b

n't you? Why does it mat

ou're a cripple! How da