Leslie, realizing their sudden closeness, quickly separated from Julian and looked forward in the direction of the voice. Julian irritably looked for the owner of the voice too, his brows widening slightly when he saw that they belonged to a middle-aged man in khakis and an orange long-sleeved shirt, a big grin on his face as he strode towards Leslie."There you are, my mentee!" Leslie groaned playfully while grinning as she was enveloped in a hug."Arthur, I told you not to call me that. It sounds weird." She giggled reveling in the warm hug of the man. Arthur laughed out loud. "Since I'm your mentor, it's only fair that I call you mentee, isn't it?"Leslie gave him a pointed look and he yielded. "Oh, alright, fine. I'll call you whatever you want. Glad you could make it," Arthur said with a wide smile. He looked up and his eyes met Julian's. "Oh my, who's this handsome young fellow? Leslie, your boyfriend?" He asked mirroring Kiki's exact words. Julian walked towards him briskly a
Julian ended up not liking the 5-star hotel and insisted on staying at a 7-star hotel instead. Luckily, John found one. The executive staff lined up to greet them as they came in."Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood," they said in unison.Julian nodded curtly, and Leslie waved shyly. Every time she thought she'd gotten used to luxury, Julian just threw more in her direction. He really was a man of power and affluence.A short woman with a bob came forward and bowed. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Blackwood. I'm Camira. Please follow me this way. I'll lead you to your suite."They followed suit, and Leslie whispered to Julian, "Do they know that we'll be here for just a night?"Julian chuckled. "Trust me, they do."Camira showed them to their luxury presidential suite. "If you need anything, please don't hesitate to press the buzzer. We'll be right there to attend to you.""Thank you," Leslie squeaked.The woman closed the door behind her, and Leslie looked around the room. It had a chic monochroma
Leslie snapped out of her sleep-laden trance at the sound of the husky voice. Her head throbbed as she opened her eyes, adjusting them to the light. She looked up and saw Julian smirking down at her. Her eyes widened as she looked down at her hands clutching tightly onto his bicep, and she gasped."Are you a bunny, Leslie?" Julian asked again, his tone carrying a hint of teasing. "You keep trying to burrow into me like you're digging for something you lost."Leslie's face couldn't be any redder. She quickly scooted out of his embrace. "This... I... how did I get here?" she asked, confused."Really, Leslie? You've forgotten what happened last night?" Julian said and chuckled.Leslie held onto her head. "Ugh, did I get run over by a bus or something? Why does my head feel so heavy?" she complained, rubbing her head. Then her movement paused. She looked up at Julian, her eyes widening."Did... did you just call me by my name, Mr. Blackwoo-""Julian. Call me Julian, Leslie. It’s only fair
Julian straightened in his seat. "The private investigator found something useful?" he asked.Philip nodded. "Yes, sir, he has, as a matter of fact.""Good, lay it on me then."Philip cleared his throat. "He finally found Marcus's daughter, Jane.""Where did he find her?""It's a long story, sir, but he found her—" Philip’s phone rang, cutting him off. His face flushed scarlet at the sound of it. His girlfriend had changed the ringtone to a trendy K-pop song that she was completely obsessed with. "I-I’ll just take this," he stuttered and picked up the phone. "Hello, Mr. Davis… Yes, he’s here… She has?… Okay, I’ll inform him," he said and hung up."Sir, that was the PI. He said that the girl's concussion has cleared and that you can come and get all the information from her before she decides to leave. Would you like to or—"Julian stood and picked up his suit jacket. "Inform the driver. Let's go."…Julian frowned slightly when the driver pulled up at a dingy-looking hospital. It look
*Flashback to the day Jane was set free*"Now that the old fool is handled, what should we do with her, Red?" A man with spiky green hair and a botched-up nose asked."Shut up, Rocky. Don't spew nonsense in front of her," another man with a bald head and a red-dyed chest-length beard bit out irritably."Okay, okay, sheesh. But you know she can't hear us, right? She passed out from the whipping I gave her," Rocky said and smugly patted his chest.Red rolled his eyes at him. "I told you not to whip her so much. The boss says he wants her unharmed.""But she's so stubborn! I just want to whip the stubbornness out of that delicious body of hers," Rocky snickered. "Anyways, he also didn't say what he wants us to do to her. I received a text from him earlier. He said we should dispose of her.""I have a plan," Rocky said, his eyes lighting up."Your ideas are always terrible, man," Red snickered, rolling his eyes again."Ugh, listen first before you roll your eyes like a teen girl. You kno
Leslie's heart was filled with joy at the message she received. She then pouted and replied to the text:Betty: *Hey, babygirl!*Leslie: *Hello, who's this? I've never chatted with you before. Why are you texting me?*Betty: *Aww, come on, Les! Don't be like this, I can explain!*Leslie: *I'm sorry, I don't know who you speak of. Goodbye!!*Betty:*Please, let me explain, it's solid, I promise.*Leslie:*Video call RIGHT NOW!*Betty's video call came in seconds later. Leslie couldn't help but smile, but she quickly doused it and pretended to be angry when she picked up."What do you want?" she said in a stern voice."Holy hell, is it me, or did you go from a perfect 10 to a literal goddess? You look stunning, girl!" Betty said.Leslie blushed. She knew she'd never get over Betty's praises, so she giggled softly. "You're supposed to say that though; you're my best friend. And you look stunning too, Oh my!"True to Leslie's words, Betty was a beauty. She had the same petite frame as Lesli
In a luxury condo in Westchester County, the incessant ringing of the alarm clock woke up Vanessa, who opened her eyes. Swinging the muscular arm on her waist away, she slammed her fist on the clock, cutting the ring of the alarm. She settled back down and closed her eyes again but moaned when she felt a hand slip into her core, pushing against the hard length she felt on her bottom. She grabbed it and squeezed hard, stroking up and down lazily. That earned a deep groan from the man. "That's it, Nessa, just like that," the hand in between her wet folds fastened its pace, and she arched her back, widening her leg."Oh yes, babe, you like that?" the man demanded, flicking her clit as she fastened her pace on his manhood."Mmm, yeah, I like that very much… ugh, I'm... I'm cumming," Vanessa's eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook her, and after a few pumps of her hand, the man came with her, grunting loudly."That was… awesome," Vanessa breathlessly said after a while, grinning up at he
Julian stared at the vague sketch of a burly man with neon green spiky hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken one too many times, a huge gash marring his bald head."This was what she remembered?" he asked, scrunching up his nose."Yes, sir," Philip replied. "According to her, there was one time where the blindfold had ridden high on her face, enabling her to see a little bit before she was discovered.""Hmm, that's fine. Spread this all over, including the black market. I want him found at any cost," Julian ordered, a dark glint fleeting across his features.Philip trembled slightly, feeling immense sorrow for the guy. When Julian finally finds him, there's no telling what he'll do."Sure, sir. I'll do as you've said. Would you like to go out for lunch?" Philip inquired."No, just send up some salad."Philip started to say something but was cut off by Julian's glare. He sighed, "Alright, sir, I'll send some salad up," he said and took his leave.Julian's mind wandered of