The Mobster And The Writer

car like that, which would make other drivers look at me in amazement and with respect. I imagined myself in there, smirking and wearin

I thanked him silently in two thousand different ways. It hadn't crossed my mind that G wa

e leaned against the door. What a mania thi

. I think he deserves a break from your company and you from his or it will be impossible to deal with

ds came out between the

I hardly understood the ph

r and oil. We were unnatural together. Being apart ensured relative stability to the world, but no ... He suddenly wanted to observe me on a car journey, and then complain like an old man about how bad I am or

t the leas

an to improve the quality of life for people with enough money to pay for it. It was just p

he car" I

s than the rest. I can take this thing anywhere and it's a color that

less than 24 hours before this conversation. I stroked the leather of the seats and closed my eyes from how much I liked the touch. I saw myself d

masculinity. Uncomfortable. I closed my eyes tightly and turned around. He p

ute things made my toes curl. My skin crawled and I sank deeper into her thighs. I shouldn't have

open before they fell off their inertia "Speaking of dirty things. Sweetie,

and friends read risqué things written by me. I don't know how their faces would l

ut you don't want to be. You must go to a doctor to look at your head" He

smiled "Based

... but he didn't

made me very funny. So he could see that I was not as small and in

y or a

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s a mystery to be solved. How could I give the feeling of being able to open my head in two seconds and at the same time wanting to protect myself? They were incompatible things. I was still comfort

ng fell unde

nd looked at him with my

thought you weren't going to wake up from that good dream

ay. I looked at Hunter's legs. Clean. I looked up at the driver's seat with as much

ble Christmas greeting for family a

is eyes and ran his thumb over my lips

ontaneous combustion death

al to be so sexy and perfect. All his sensual behavior should be punishable by life imprisonment in some lost jail where his charm could not wreak havoc on the female population.

me to his body with the other. So much physical action was starting to make me groggy and G was pissed off because he opened my door and pulled me while still wearing the

d and pulled me toward the door at the back of the garage. "Get out the cute things

harm ... no

ooked at G next to me. She was crazy, but it wasn't a madhouse. There was no one at the front desk for the site and I didn't stop to ask G who was in an incredible rush to get out of the wa

me like I was going to escape. As if I had any chance of fleeing from that place with him and Hunter on my heels. No. I was smarter than that and needed a little

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te. In front of door 3B, we stopped and he took a card out of his ba

inked at me and I was

ous. It was the weirdest and most useless house I had ever seen. It had an island that separated it from the imperial bedroom. The closet was right in front and took up the entire wall. In the background, you could see the shape of a window covered by a thick white curtai

eople. It was pure ostentation. With gold finishes everywhere, clearly. The toilet was the most common thing in the house, but the sink was on a beautiful and gigantic marble counter. God ... This was better than any hotel. There

there with a contorted faces. I had no words to describe my amazement

ssured me. He was amazed almost a

he best place for the three of us to stay, especially since there's no place for all of us to sleep

d" Me and

closer every d