"We're not that late are we," Alita simpered, looking out the window as they arrived at the hall for the party. "It's grand and scary," she muttered as her heart skipped a beat when the whole building came into view as he opened the door for him after the driver opened his door to let him out."We are late, Alita, but I don't regret it," he cupped her face in his hand and said, "I'll be right by you the whole time and we leave whenever you want." He turned to the driver and nodded, "you can go now." The driver nodded and left.Benson bower his hand then she put her hand into his and they walk up the stairs and through the giant glass door.For someone like Alita, just the entrance was a terrifying sight. She looked at him and he gave her an assuring nod. She smiled drawing from his confidence and Yanked her face forward with a smirk on her face, finding aplomb in the fact that everybody was looking at them, mostly her but no one knew who she was.Contrary to what she had expected, she
'How the fuck did my shit get to the police?" Richie yelled as he scowled at Timmy, the lad he put in charge of the joint at the coffee shop. "Don't fucking stand there staring at me like a dummy? You should have some explanation to justify your mistake so don't get on my nerves with your silence. Go on, speak,” he propped his chin in his palm and blinked at Timmy."I-i don't know, sir, but I will get to the end of it before the end of today. Someone must have messed up under my nose. I will sniff them up and clean this up," Timmy pressed his lips together and balled his fingers into fists. "I assure you," a line set in his jaw, and his brows knitted as he stared straight at Richie."You know, I like Timmy. You're fierce and brave, hell you're staring right at me and saying that to my face, knowing I could put a bullet in your head and find somebody willing to do better than this," Richie coughed a dry laugh and bobbed his head sideways. "You better clean this mess or we're going to h
"Are you sure he'd show?" Perry asked, Richie pushing his chin up. "You know he has been curled up in his cave. He doesn't even go to work and he's a workaholic. Why would you go to work every day when you are that rich?" He scuffed and raised his face to Richie in an anticipant stare."Shut your mouth and quit whining," Richie screwed his face. "How does your wife up with you?""She doesn't," Perry muttered, pale-faced as he held his gaze at Richie."He would not refuse my invitation," Richie said, with a proud smile on his face. "No one refuses the Prince," he lifted his hands in the air and his smile grew wider. He turned his face away as his smile suddenly sank to sneer. "No one but a grumpy old man that I happen to know," he rolled his eyes and bobbed his head. "If only you listen to me, our company would still be at the top but you always stubborn old brain brand with faded colors, and now you are back to me to fix it, like always. What would you do without me?""Look younger,"
"Why were you looking at Mr. Perry Clarkson like you would snap his neck if you were sure no one was looking?" Alita said, trembling as she set her hands on his shoulder, while slowly setting herself on his cock. She gasped and squeezed his shoulders as she felt him fill her up. She felt a wave of painful pleasure course through her body and she only wanted more so she lowered herself completely, slightly going blind as she took his whole length while his width opened her up."Luke showed me a video of him paying some black dude to set me up so I really do want to snap his neck," he moaned as he savored the sensations the tight grip of her pussy worked into him."Okay, calm down. You almost gave yourself up out there… something Like wouldn't want," she whimpered as she started jerking herself in and down his cock as he reclined into the chair. "What about the cocky-ass prince," her brows knitted as she felt a surge of sweetness built up under her stomach. "Why don't you like him?"He
"Why won't he wake?" Martha raised her hands in the air and cried to the doctor. "It's just a shoulder wound… he has been through worse and walked right through so why the fuck is he laying still and reading low on life support?""Calm down Miss," the doctor bobbed his hands in front of him as he gestured for her to stabilize her nerves. "We took the bullet out and shot him with serious antibiotics that managed to stabilize him as we try to find the antidote for the poison," he glanced at John."What do you mean by poison?" Terror overtook her face. She hugged herself and fluttered her lashes, fighting the urge to cry."Yes, the bullet was laced with a strong poison… nothing like like we have seen around here. We are still studying it while keeping him liberated and slowing down his heartbeat so the poison doesn't spread to the rest of his body," he pressed his lips together."You have to do everything you can to keep him alive. If he dies, you all go to jail because I brought him her
"Hey there, Timmy," Richie said into his phone after giving the signal for his men to plant a substantial amount of coke in Benson's car. "Is it still kicking? That little toy I bought you last summer," he muttered.Timmy threw his eyes to his trophy sniper rifle sitting on a platter hanging on the wall in his office under the coffee shop. He smiled and said, "she's still kicking as good as she looks.""What's with you men of this age and naming every new toy a girl?" Richie whined, admiring the rings in his left hand. "Whatever…come over here with your girlfriend. I have a job that has to do with a check for certainty for you both. I'd like some people to stay dead after tonight," he shook his head sideways and pulled the phone from his ear and while looking at it in his hand, said, "Get here as fast as you can and find some high cool place to be at. In sending you pictures now." He sent three pictures to him as handed the phone to the bouncer that stood by the door, saying, "Can yo
“Why did you go off on him like that? You squeeze me to calm down just so you can do it? That’s savage,” Benson whined as he threw his hands around Alita’s waist and pulled her closer to him. “By the way, what is all this wealthy woman act you are putting on?”“Don’t mind me. I’ve always imagined myself a wealthy, independent princess that talks down to proud men that sees women as instruments for pleasure rather than humans with feelings,” she blurted as she slowly bobbed her head in sync with how she swayed from side to side. “It is about time he got his ego shoved down his throat, don’t you think?”“I should be worried then,” he jerked his head back as his brows rose.“No, it’s you who has me feeling like a princess with this dress you bought for me. I suddenly feel powerful enough to say whatever I want to whoever I want even though I will probably get myself in serious trouble if I don’t get out of it soon enough,” she bit her lower lip, with a dreamy gaze on her face as she obse
“Take cover,” Martha yelled as she dove to the ground and rolled behind her car. “There’s a sniper on that roof,” she added, pointing at the hotel a few blocks away from the hall on the other side of the street and all the backups she brought found places to hide away from sight. “Somebody really wants somebody dead,” she muttered to herself. “That’s the thing with these rich people. They’re always trying to outshine their selves even if it means killing the other or even hurting innocents in the process,” she twisted her face as she gritted her teeth.She tried to peep at the spot she had sighted the sniper and quickly retracted to save her face from being blown up and the bullet shot from Timmy tore the ground right by her side.“Great, I have been marked,” she blurted and rolled her eyes, then double-checked whether her gun was properly loaded and cocked. She was going to take one shot at him and it was going to be her bullet against his. She planned her jump and how she would take