Fany
Why do I feel Joshua looks like Adrian. Handsome, sloppy, annoying. Yes he's sloppy, but in front of me he can suppress it, while Adrian in front of me is out of control.
After showering and changing into casual clothes, immediately went to see Joshua. When I got there, I sat relaxed away from the window. He had changed into more casual clothes, a long-sleeved sweater, and a pair of t-shirts.
I just sat down, he immediately gave a serious face without a smile. "Very well, Miss. Listen carefully. I uncovered a very old secret document."
He placed a pile of white printed paper, with yellowed documents on it, on the table. There were lots of pictures on the papers, photos when my father was young and Mr. Bened. Maybe he took photos of these documents in a hurry, then printed them.
One of the documents is the initial bookkeeping of the company.
Joshua said, "Your company used to be co-founded with Mr. Be
AdrianYesterday was amazing. I got a new friend named Joshua. She likes my next door neighbor, so Fany is safe.This morning I planned to surprise Fany by locking the door from the outside, then hiding behind a wall. I want to see his reaction when he thinks I'm back to the way I used to be, it must be funny.When locking the door, the occupants of the next room came out of the room. He greeted me lightly."Look who wakes up early without needing Fany to pick her up.""Well, change is important. Oh yeah, you got a greeting from Joshua."“Give my regards to him, and tell him if you dare, give a direct greeting, don't leave it. Me first, yes."I waved to let Aisyah go. Now he was acting more detached than usual. Maybe because you think of me as a friend? Cute girl.Suddenly someone from downstairs came to me with a helmet. Oh shit, he was the one who lent me a motorbike yeste
AdrianThe place where I work is heaven for me, able to turn a bad mood into a bright one. Lucky I followed Carl's advice to work here. First salary, $750."See? Your smile is so cute after receiving the money," Carl commented."Don't bother him Carl, you'll get a bad tattoo later," said my coworker.Carl sat on the couch waiting to count the store cash. His eyes glowed unblinking. His laughter began to resemble Mr. John."In two months I can buy a new motorbike," he muttered."Learn to ride a motorcycle first," I said.He was still laughing carelessly. Money base.After my 'patient' was satisfied I was about to work on another patient, but a little boy walked into my work place. Elisa's child tugged at the bottom of my shirt.Seeing his nephew bothering me at work, Carl commented, "Kid, if you want to play this afternoon, yes, now Uncle Adrian is at work."The little boy didn'
AdrianI sat on the lounger. Many criminals here are being questioned by the police, it looks like there's been a riot."Adrien!" Carl sat next to me, studying the handcuffs I was wearing. "Nice bracelet.""Want to try?""Carl, don't make fun of him. Adrian, I'm sorry. Because of this you--""Does not matter." Even though this matter was so big, he didn't need to know. Women need not be burdened by men's affairs.Elisa sat on the other side of me. Rather than seeing Carl, it was better to see a young aunt. Her face languished, full of invisible burdens. If I hadn't been handcuffed I would have grabbed his palm, caressing her soft cheek.Now all I can do is ask, "What's really going on?"Elisa squeezed her knee. As if she was about to answer, "He's the father of my child.""Your husband?"She shook her head."Your ex-husband?"She shook her head and replied, "KK ane I ..
AdrianThe police asked me all sorts of questions, from normal questions such as address, occupation, status, to official immigration cards. Then sudenly he ask about imigrant card.I answered, "I'm Native American, born and raised in California. So how could I possibly have an Immigrant card?""Are you sure? Did your parents have Italian blood?"My shoulders go up and down. I never met Grandma and Grandpa. "Obviously my mom and dad are Americans."Every now and then I peek at the door of the commissioner's office. I hope he remembers who I am. There are many things I want to talk about, especially about the contents of the conversation with my late father.The burly policeman with Sea's girlfriend came into the interrogation room. I don't know what he was whispering to the police who were interrogating me. Then he left and didn't forget to give some snarky lyrics."Adrian Bened, where do you live?
FanyI sat in the front seat, closing the car door."Don't forget the seat belts," Casandra said, watching intently as I put the seat belt on."Ready?" Her faint smile became clearer when I nodded, then she speed off her black Peugeot driving off from campus, not forgetting to honk a few friends who waving a little on the sidewalk."So why not ask your driver to drop you off?" she asked."Adrian is busy, besides I just need to be with Pastor Rafael there, no need to carry him. Thank you, I want to take you.""We're friends, don't be shy. We're going staying at his house, without him. Isn't that weird?""Good thing, it's just us, Kimberly and Aunt Nicole.""All women, huh?" she asked, excited."Yup, you must like it there," I replied. "And thanks for dropping by.""Well, I told you, we're friends, take it easy."I accidentally turned the DVD player on to country mus
FanyAfter the incident the other day in front of the convenience store, I always had an electric shock gun in my bag.If it turns out that the black SUV driver is a bad guy, I'll electrocute him until his brain melts.Black leather shoes tread the ground. The dark blue cloth pants moved in the naughty gust of the wind. Oh my god, it was him."Need help?" Joshua asked, folding the sleeves of his long shirt and removing his tie, approaching kai."Wow, you know that CEO?" Casandra whispered, rubbing her palm against my ass. But hands are dirty!"He's not the CEO, just an ordinary handsome guy," I whispered, smiling at Joshua."Two nymphs in the heat." Josh rubbed his chin as he looked at the tires."Uhm, my name is Casandra."My eyes rolled as she invited Josh to shake hands, exchanging glances. I knew Casandra was attracted to types like Josh. But, are you serious? Why are girls always
FanyThe closer we got, the clearer the sound of crying came from the second floor. A girl's voice, but who? Kim? Aunt?We crept like thieves, trailing Joshua. If there's anything happen, let the man come forward. We arrived at the front of the second floor room, to find Kim sitting on the bed, her head on her folded legs.I barged in, sitting next to her. My presence made Kim cry even more, she hugged me tightly."Sis, how is it? You have to help me.""What is it?" I asked, stroking her back, trying to calm Kim."Did something happen to your mother?" inquired Joshua, stashing his gun under coat.Casandra sat next to me, stroking Kim's arm which was only wrapped in short jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt. "What is it?""They are evil.""Just tell me, Casandra and I are here to help."Kim tells if this is a matter of love. The next door neighbor she told about, chose to stay away from her. All because th
FanyI pulled Casandra back from the peek, leaving Joshua to watch over little Kim."What is it?" she complained. "Can't you see, it's a lot of fun--""I know, but--"Cassandra cut in. "This is so hot, Fan. Hotter than your love and Adrian.""Yeah but--"She cut me off. "So, the young man deliberately said to stay away, so that his brother who was also waiting for an answer, backed off. Now he has come here secretly, expressing love.""Casandra shut up," I snapped, covering her mouth.After she nodded, I took out what i find early."I need your help. Have you ever use a pregnancy test kit? What's the sign of a blue line meaning for?"Cassandra's eyes widened. Her palms covered mouth. "God, don't tell me you came here because you wanted to sue Adrian, to marry you because you were pregnant?"My eyes roll, my lips hiss. "I'm still a virgin, how can I get pregnant?"
[POV Adrian]-----He's a hell of a fighter. This is the first time my adrenaline has reached a saturation point inside my brain."If in the ten count you does not rise, you lose! One, two, three, and four...."Was it just me who fell, or... I was attempting to get up. My vision gradually improved, and I discovered he also attempting to get up."Seven eight......"I got up, and he did as well, but his body swayed and he fell to the ground."Yeah! I was victorious!" I knelt on my knees with both hands raised. To greet me the entire audience burst out laughing and aplouse. Some people threw money and plastic cups."Great boy, great!" exclaimed the Italian. He tosses a business card his way. "Come to me at that location. Tell them you were invited by Casillas Mancini, son. We are in desperate need of a fighter like you." He directed his finger at my opponent. "It's a shame he's not Italian. I'll see you later!"Mancin
[POV Fany]-----The big tall man fixed his gaze on me. Oh my God, my attempts to flee were futile. What happens next? My legs trembled, and I couldn't say anything."Ssh, don't be too loud." A man's voice was deep and hoarse, a voice I recognized.The index finger is held up to the mouth. Although he had a small bruise on the corner of his lip, his face was still adorable. He slowly drew me away to the back of the SUV. Anxious, he squeezed my arm, inspecting me from head to toe."Thank goodness you're okay," he said as he hugged me."Alex, what brought you here?"Alfred approached us from the side, clearing his throat. "At the police station, I ran into him. We reported a kidnapping, but they said they needed to wait twenty-four hours before moving."Fortunately, God has not abandoned me. I looked around for someone "Where Adria is? Al, did you tell him what happened?"Alfred gave a slow nod. "I was.
[POV Fany]-----The odor here is like urine. The chandelier in the dimly lit room moved slowly in the gust of wind. There is only my breath to be heard. The maniacs tied my back, arm, and feet to chair. They not here?This is my opportunity to escape, but how will I do it? Help me, God. I slowly moved my body, causing the chair to fall backwards until the armrest broke. Fortunately, nails are present at the fault. I successfully untied the knot in my right hand using the nail in my left hand. Now I do the same with the two ropes that bind my legs, and then with the ropes on my body; I am free to move.I approached the door, turning the knob slowly, but it was locked.Use your brain, Fany. Okay, perhaps this method will work. I arm myself with a chair and pound loudly on the door. Outside, there appeared to be a sound. I pounded on the door again, hoping they'd open it."Did you hear that voice, Amigo?" the first voice asked. "Come on,
[POV Adrian]-----He spun me around, kicked me in the knee, and then hit another guy who attacked him from behind.What's the matter with him?I'm not sure who he is, so why would he say something like that? Who is he, bald with a thin beard and heavily tattooed?The Royal Rumble battle is extremely brutal. They have weapons. Whatever means they employ to attack and defend.There are no weapons in my cell. That Italian ... I stormed out, yelling at the Italian guy in the suit."You're lying, there isn't a gun in there!""Who is lying, Merda?" He responded with a grating laugh. "Listen, your friend didn't put anything in there, did he?"He spoke to his friend before tossing a baseball near me, a smooth stick that I hope will become my best friend in battle.I was about to pick up the baseball bat when I was interrupted by another.The man in the suit exclaimed, "Please don't blame me, for you misfortu
[POV Adrian]----I parked my motorcycle near the pier in an empty shed. Fany should have been here, according to the directions, but there were only a few wild seagulls awake on the roof of this old, dim tin-walled barn. Could they possibly— Uurgh.Someone hit me from behind with a blunt object. Damn you, coward. My vision became blurry, and then everything went black. I can still hear some men chit-chatting."Let's finish him—""Stop talking. We are not hoodlums. Remember, honor, loyalty, and bravery. That is our motto. Take him there, as planned. Let's face it, manly."They drove me somewhere. There was a deafening cheer.Slowly, I can see clearly. I'm currently being held in a cell. Not only was I trapped in a cell, but so were several other people. The cells are arranged in a circle facing the field. Above the cell, there is a stage for a crowd of men and women facing the field. They cheered while carrying paper money
[POV Adrian]-----Pleasant licks on my penis caused me to moan loudly. They give it their all, a grope in the stomach, a peck on the chest. Yes, this is what I desired. But.... Fany, no, I'm not going to fall for this. I've never been rude to a woman before, but this time I drew the Japanese girl's head back until I heard a plop."Enough."Still clutching the hard veined thing, the American girl smiled seductively. Her voice had been artificially sweetened. "Do you want anything else, my stallion?"Even though it was stuffy, I pulled my pants up and kept my penis in. I grabbed the shirt that was lying on the floor and dashed to the garage door."You're not going to be able to open it. You must use a... key."But I can. I drew up the large garage gate until it slightly opened. He was correct; this thing weighed as much as a car.I knelt out of here, staring at the three girls. "Please fix my car right away. I'm going to wait ou
[POV Adrian] ----- I stated, "It's time to get to work. Ladies, please proceed." They're gorgeous mechanics, and they're enticing. Every move they make is lustful. Their sexy waist waddles as if they want to be patted. No, I'm not going to be tempted. I had to put up with it for Fany's sake. My promise to her means everything to me. They swarmed my car, wielding pliers and other tools. With her lovely legs, a Japanese girl pulls the wheel floor. The wheel floor is shaped like a skateboard, but it is larger and has four wheels. She was lying there, pushing the ground beneath my car. The black girl grabbed the vacuum cleaner for the car and began sucking up the dust. The American girl asked me to get the best engine in Alex's collection, propped up against the hood of my car. This is a decision I'm not sure about. It doesn't have to be the best; just being able to bring my car back to life is enough for me.
[POV Adrian] ----- A middle-aged man wearing a hat exited the tow truck with a friend. They were dressed in shabby white mechanical uniforms that were as filthy as their faces. They have an oily odor. "Mr Adrian?" inquired the younger, who wore a baseball cap with a beak on the back. "Mr Alex requested that we take your car to a private repair shop and invite you to select an engine there." That fast. "Okay." A tow truck came to pick up my car. I was sitting in the front seat, facing Alex's house. We sat down as a group of three. The car is moving at a slow pace. It appears that getting to the destination will take a long time. Dammit, I had to be a truant once more. A super-elite residential area not far from Beverly Hills is home to the tie-down pampers who believe they have the world at their disposal. Alex's house is larger and
[POV Fany]-----Someone suddenly kissed my lips after opening my mouth cover. "I can't wait to taste you, sweetie." He burst out laughing."Stop, you moron. When his girlfriend sees it, it will be even more delectable "said the person sitting next to me. "Is the duct tape gone? That's fine, stupid. This bird is about to sing."I beg anyone in my vicinity, perhaps they still have a conscience? "Please, my faggot, let me go. I'll pay for it and act as if nothing happened."They both laughed. I should have known that pleading would only make them float in contentment.The car engine continues to hum, and the vehicle continues to vibrate. It was hot and dark. I ran out of wiggle energy. Thank you, God, for still giving me salvation. They don't do anything bad, just the occasional hand squeezing of body parts. If they wanted to, they could do more....The sliding door slid open. I'm