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
Leslie huffed out a heavy breath as she sat down on her high stool, pulling a cotton handkerchief from the back pocket of her jeans and dabbing at the beads of sweat that clung stubbornly to her forehead. A bottle of water was perched on a stand near her. She reached for it and took two big gulps from it."Woo! This is always harder to do than it looks," she muttered, he muscles screaming at her for subjecting them such torture. The air was thick with the scent of paintings and dust. She had spent the whole afternoon cooped up in her studio, cleaning out the old junk and properly organizing all her painting supplies. Anna had even volunteered to help her out, but she'd chased her away, determined to clean it on her own, giving herself the much-needed distraction from a certain hazel-eyed man. But it was all a futile attempt because, immediately after she stopped whatever she was doing, her thoughts would float to Julian."Ugh, why can't I stop thinking about Mr. Iceberg, as B had so
Dinner was filled with occasional chatter from Eleanor and Vanessa, with Alexander butting in when necessary. Julian and Leslie kept to themselves and focused on their meals.“Try this, my darling,” Eleanor said, passing a slice of fluffy garlic bread to Alexander.“Oh mom, you know how to spoil me so much,” Alexander cooed, passing a glance at Julian and smirking as he collected the food from his mother. Julian didn't even so much as blink; he just continued with his food. Leslie felt a wave of heartache.*Why is mother-in-law like this? This overly display of affection is sickening even for me. I can't imagine how Julian tolerates all this,* she thought.“Julian,” she called out for the first time since Alexander and co. arrived.“Hmm?” Julian replied, his eyes on hers. So were the rest of the family’s. She scooped up some Bolognese and pouted.“I'm full. I can't finish all this. Will you help me?” she asked, blinking her eyelashes.Julian, stunned by her cute display of affection b