Responsible Playboy

Natalie

I ignored him and started eating. He checked my empty fridge. I opened the soda can that is still cold and drank it. I keep eating while he is packing. What is he doing? I didn't say anything about moving in with him.

"I don't want to move in with you," I told him.

"I won't take no, Talie. You know me." Of course, I know him. I am fully attracted to him and I badly needed sex. When I left and he didn't even show up, I craved his big dick. I am craving for him, even now.

"Baron," I call his surname that he got from his mother since his father left them. I know that part of his story and he doesn't know what's mine. "I can do that."

"No, just eat." After finishing a few boxes, he lay down on the bed. I am also done with eating. He patted the little space. "Let me see your belly." I climbed up to the bed and lay beside him. 

Maybe he wasn't bad at all. As I know Francis, he always takes responsibility for what he h