hapter 13
Yeah a gold digging one.
Me being Me, I always have been choosing business, is chooding business and all keep on chinosing business over anything.
I have always drawn a line between business and family and I know better tot mix them. But nothing is important to me then my business. Nothing.
So if I have to marry some gold ligging bitch for a piece of land in my hosines I will
I want to build a club on that piece of land but that fucking twat took it and no lam gonna claim it back.
After setting up all meetings with the Jones. We went to there house.
FLASHBACK
We reached there door step and heard commotion on the other end, “TUCKING USELESS! Hinstantly recognized the voice. It was Gerald Jones, Rozella’s father. May be he is talking to a mirror.
My mom looked at me with widened eyes. Me being me shrugged knowing he talking to a mirror.
We rang the bell and a lady in her 40s opened the door with Gerald behind her fam guessing his wife?
“Ah! welcome! welcome!” The woman screeched so loud that I flinched internally and wanted to hang my head on the door.
“Helle, please come on in” The crack head said.
Upon entering. I saw no mirror but what I saw
saw was a girl in the corner and aspon as she saw me she ran lam guessing that she is Rozella.
Rorella. When I heard her name, my heart did this fucking thing which I can quite describe. Her name is beautiful. Right now, I only saw her hair from when she turned around. I wanted to see her…Is she beautiful? Is she hot?…Is she going to be a good wife for me? but again looks are decievinā so, no matter how much beautiful she is or apply makeup, she is going to be of the same ugly personality.
The woman guided us towards the living room, it was small but looked cory. There was a girl sitting there, wait she is blonde…Maybe she is Rozella, or maybe the black head one?
She smiled at me, oh no! She is definitely Rozella. Although she doesn’t look like a Rozells.
She was wearing a tight black off shoulder dress that looked like it was about to rip off of her by the amount of tightness it took over her body. She was, curvy and hot. She will have to do. Although I could care less lam only here for business.
I sat far away from her but she stood up and came to the seat on the couch right fucking next to me, too close for my liking. I swear if she touches me I will blow the fuck up
I looked at Maa and she made a disgusting face whilst looking at Rozella.
Everyone has been fucking talking and gossiping and whenever someone asks the a question I just nod or reply in YES OR NO.
And what is Rozella doing? Fucking touching me! I have removed her hand from my thigh countless of fucking times but she doesn’t budge.
Okay I have had enough!
As I stood up, Stephande announced that dinner is ready..Fina–Fucking–lyt
Het Rozella go first, so that when I sit, she cannot sit beside me. She sat at the corner and gave me come sit next to me eyes. But I don’t and sat completely opposite to her. God! She is already getting on my nerves how will cope up with her after marriage?
As I took my seat I heard footsteps approaching the dining table. I looked up and saw the black head.
She was fucking gorgeous: She had her head down whilst her long black hair covered her face. I saw the pink dress she wore. It stopped right above her thighs. I got hard just by looking at her.
Fucking hard by just a look.
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My Boyfriend Drained My Blood to Please His Stepsister
11.1
soli fucking wrong with ang today?
She came and tát in front la mise, beside Stephande, so that we were facing endi nther.
“We started eating while my osman, Saephania (Rözella’s morsi, dad and Gerald were in an verless conversions and I dont even forking know what
the hack thời blonde was dubur with bbing her lip looking at me. I came up whi, theories to understand her.
- She hay sex lima berpirk.
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- She really, really, really bad in sechacing.
After my theories, I looked up from my plate and saw the black head earth food quietly with her hair as her curtain. She came off as a really shy
person to mr.
We haven’t eve de eye contact yet and I haven’t seen het face yet or her
1looked at her for about 10 seconds or long, thinking she wall look nji hat the ill
Come on look up.
Look at me.
As if on car she looked spy at me, but me being the pasy 1 am, got startled and looked down.
Damn! Why didn’t I just made the eye contact? 1 really wanna see her eyes acting like a fucking hitch right now.
1 looked down at my plate and put the yummy looking satice in my mouth.
“It’s delicious” I said and took another sharp,
“I know dear. I made those all dishes. Except for that filthy chilly gravy. Rozella made that one.” I looked up and saw Stephanie looking at me with pride. Pride for her Tood
My Boyfrie
