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|Paint your soul|Ryan fused in his sleep and draped his ears with a comforter at the nasty ringing of the alarm. The whole night he disbursed in the inquiry of how to get in touch with Tayson and miserably fail. So he just slept on the couch."For the fuck sake, who is dying?" he muttered and grabbed his phone, ruffling his black tresses.His eyes popped out of the sockets when over two hundred missed calls clouded the illuminating screen. The man was on his feet, the apprehension writhing under his skin as he called Ronald's assistant.His troubled feet pace and forth in the dull living room, and his eyes flitted to the sealed bedroom door where the beautiful witch was still sleeping."Hello, Blake! What's happening? My phone blew up just now," he said, battling to keep his voice down.The other side nested in the impenetrable lull that just infuriated Ryan's heart to pound faster. When Blake spoke, bricks of blue hit Ryan straight on his head, knocking the wind out of him.Ryan lo

Happiness is extravagantWet. Excessively wet.Scintillating, glistening, and no doubt expensive black purse gloriously settled on a mahogany desk and two men cordially stared at it as if it would blow up."Why in the world would you steal someone's purse?" Wes blankly looked at his boss, who sucked the pale straw, drinking his steaming milky coffee.Tayson scowled at him. "I told you I didn't. She left it behind by herself.""And as a nice man that you are not but you can try to be, you should have given it back to this mystery lady of yours."Tayson rubbed his lips, feeling his body warming up when the hot coffee coquetted with his tongue. He set the mug on the table with a soft thud. "Sometimes, we gotta be bad."Wes rolled his eyes and asked, "Tell me who she is and about the picture you sent me?"Tayson excluded the meddlesome man and simply unwrapped the handbag. He knew it was fucking wrong, but he was desperate. Like a psychopath, he probed to unleash the face behind Ebony and

|Her ocean and his storm|The man with grey eyes never thought that Ebony itself would walk in on him when he was at his not-so-perfect moment. At first, when Leona galloped into the washroom, Tayson was stupefied to look at the diva who disappeared five years ago, right before the finals of the beauty pageant."You don't know what my treasured employees and I went through to track you," He confessed, delight crystal in his voice. The rumours were scattered that she was disqualified, and an enormous scandal broke. But no one knew where the beauty queen flew or why she took off. It was strange that the scandal soon perished, and so did she. Some people even alleged that Leona Pierce is dead while her family offered no comments. They acted as if they never had a daughter.When Tayson raced his mind over the picture he received just in the morning and the appearance of Leona, then he was sure it's her. Not to mention, he practically heard her scream that she's a lioness and The Ebony

|Hunting Ebony|If silence could poison, then Tayson died fifty-two times or more. Don't know, he lost the number of counts. His body was still as gravel and he resisted extorting glimpses at the dark Rapunzel, who was penetrated by fresh rain.Just how hard she's trying to ignore a man in flesh and blood, breathing just a foot away from her?Clenching the steering with his left hand, he slyly retrieved his phone from his pocket and directly unfold his gallery.A snapshot of a svelte woman clad in all

|Alcohol, sex and germs|Fear is a natural and immensely powerful emotion that Ryan Singh went through every day. Working for a crazy freak like Leona drove this man to build a splendid bond with fear.Whenever the winter hair goddess was out of his sight, heebie-jeebies painstakingly decorate his skin and he quacked on his boots."I lost her." He gnawed his bottom lip hard and closed his eyes, ready to get busted."You what?!" Ronald screamed from the other side of the other, rendering the poor man to gulp in discomfort."I swear, I was holding her arm so she won't ditch me and fly somewhere, but when I open the door of the car for her and looked back, I realize I was dragging a five-year-old kid." Ryan winced, touchin

|When eyes collide |Leona was married.She married to a white silk belle and varnished chocolate textured hardwood. It's something she was obsessed with from the core of her black heart—her bed. She wanted to sleep like the dead and not wake up till her house caught fire or world war three broke out.I am missing you, baby. Wait for me. She conversed with her bed through telepathy.Her I-imagine-ridiculous-impossible-shit-brain reminisced about the feeling of the fluffy mattress against her bare back, her pearly smooth legs flirting with the velvety silk—Everything was going well until this moment. The moment she was about to lose herself in the maze of grey. The glass of alcohol froze in midai