Brutal Romance

r the past two years. He looks nervous, sweat forming clear beads on his forehead. He is afraid of me and he has every right to be. I had been humiliated by my ex wife, in revenge I had brought

his badge long enough for

know where to find them if I wanted to help you out with this. I have

t information from me, he could do better than just waltzing into my office and asking me

dr his hat towards me, walked towards the d

unication with Ms. Per

icer. The secretary

th the rich. It was only fair. A poor boy from Arizona like me could only do so much to fit in. There was me on a scholarship in Yale, trying to keep my CGPA at an impressive point and simultaneously trying to not worry too much over how I would pay the bills the scholarship couldn't cover. And there was Raya Perot, studying Film and media studies just because it sounded fun and Mrs. Perot, her mother, had a couple of friends she had brunch with on Fridays, w

rpowering perfume. It was hard to forget these things, she looked like a walking

. You look… hot. I just ha

y she let it out. It was like she couldn't control what came out from he

find me hot enough to walk over here and tell me that",

kwards. She placed both hands on her pleat chanel skirt then raised her right hand towards my direction, curving her index finger at me, signalling me to come. That display had drawn a few eyes towards us and I couldn't say no to her

e seeing y

inderella and she was the rich princess, she was supposed to end this dance abrup

nt to see

id she find me hot enough

you somewhere.

s a far cry from my cost friendly bicycle, I'd tell you that. I wouldn't hat

just own her living room. I was still looking around the apartment in awe when I felt lips pressed on mine, a tongue trying to pry my mouth apart. She kissed with a ferociousness of one in urgent need. I leaned into it. The more sh