Since the first time I laid eyes on Arcadia, I had no doubt that she would become mine. She was just drop dead stunning.
I am well aware that it is only a question of waiting for her to become mine. Because of my chiseled face, 8-pack abs, biceps, and tats, I've never seen a woman whose pantyhose didn't melt simply by looking at me.
If she takes down her trousers, there is no way that Paul Caspar will let her live through this. Nothing in the world will rescue her.

She is free to say anything she wants in order to give the impression that she has a choice.

She is able to boast that she does not go for terrible males.

She may make me back away from the deal by claiming that she has a hefty price tag attached to her.


Because I've already developed a crush on that hourglass figure of hers. because of that stunning face and those velvety lips. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to ravish her. Even if it means I have to consent to paying the highest possible price...for my heart.

Fuck With Call Girl

"Less talk," I say to him, wrapping my legs around his chest and thrusting my hips like a mad woman. "More cock."


I'll pay eventually. True. For now, I can only think about now. I hope this never ends.


Brooke's downtown legal office. Brooke's has the Lower T city old world vibe that my Midtown office lacks. Brooke fits nicely in with its meandering non-numbered streets and pre-A city past. His offices contain gargoyles to drain rainwater. Discuss something that's not Modernist, cubist, or Midtown.


We're meeting regularly to discuss selling Dad's homes.


Brooke adds, "If we go in this way, complete divestment should happen within three to four months." Despite his intensity, he appears weird.


A buddy advised he lighten up his clothes, he says stiffly.


I can't help but chuckle at Henry Greenwood and the divestment.


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