Mr. Tatto Wants Me

icine." Marra was still kneeling in front of

as busy feeding her mother her dai

le of clothes that she would dry and then got

er Lauren swallowed all the medicine and water. "N

, with only one room, a small kitchen, bathroom, living room, and courtyard. Marra often rest

sband had run away from the responsibility, leavin

After all, Lauren had nothing to do except sit in a wheelchair or lie on the bed, and

er wet clothes in the yard. Just as she placed the bucket in the bathroom, a ringi

d, picking up the phone. "Hello, do I have to

I wanted to offer you something, you like mo

t of

ou used t

, th

needs you. Can you come there? I'm sure he'

hing, and she was pretty familiar

ded your name to him before calling

ht, I'

l ended, and Marra l

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ew's office is," Marra muttered after getting off the jeepney and jostling with the o

g lights highlighted the name of 24Night Club. Marra only had to cross the street and arrive. This wasn't Mar

arance quite arousing to the opposite sex. This was no stranger to the nightlife. Marra moved on,

man with the thin mustache in front of Marra. After glancing

about the man's thoughts. "Am

ard. "It's just that I think girls like you are

work is inside the building

. M

rd he needs a replacement

ou cap

. Can I co

Good luck. Watch your step

mell of alcohol greeted her breathing. Her appearance was certainly not sexy like most women of the night.

from Marra's lips as she passed by the many people, the long barista table filled with several hu

e moved fast enough while ducking her head that she accidentally bumped into someon

nding without accepting it. When she looked up, she found the face

eavy and hoarse voice

e back of a black T-shirt that was roomy enough to hold. Its arms and neck, covered with tattoos, began to move away, disappearing among th

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n the unique altar for disk jockeys. The sound of music echoing from t

h headphones attached to her head. Several times her hands touch the turntable when

er people thought of her as a child because of her petite body and ador

on the room's ceiling, the dark atmosphere fu

he approached some close friends who were customers of his nightclu

atthew sat beside him. Several shot glasses, bottles of alcohol, a pack of

my place would close down if I hired a minor,

a kid, isn't she? Can't you find another replacement for Leah? Your place is cl

Marra and laughed.

g at?" Jose and Deni

ble to come here again so

e and Matthew in turn. "What's wro

child labor." Matth

saw who rep

mediately transfixed when he found Marra there. Deni

be like this, even if he needs a job, n

shtray. The man's laughter had disappeared like smoke. "The gi

ented, still watching

. Jamie, do you rememb

za deliv

ke's place, and Luke himself recommended her to me. She's not a kid,

aiting for the rain to stop at Racher Art the other da

ntarily shifting from Marra

Jamie nodded, his gaze now shifting to admiration

f something. Leave my little girl alone so he can

g like a posse

n of Marra at Racher Art, and then moved on. "I think I'll go down to the dance floor to ap

hat? Did Jo

from his pants pocket while replying to a few chats. The

a date tonight

ill be he

lle of the ball until all the women approach easily. I'm still very jealous of you. Could

nown as a womanizer among his friends, who could doubt the man's charms–every woman could easily throw t

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