"I-I have money, I can talk to them." "You can't talk to criminals, you're probably going to die today." "What should I do...?" "Why would a beggar help you?" Conrad shot. Albert remembered that he had called him a beggar moments ago. Clone beggar, to be more exact. "Okay, okay, I understand, bu
"Are you thinking about jumping off the bridge?" Albert almost jumped with shock when he heard the other person's voice right next to him. He had come... Albert wasn't that stupid after all. "I shall... Why did you take so long?" Albert was angry. The guy sat on the floor, still breathing hard from
He was grateful. All the memories of the night before hit him. He got up and went to where the sound was coming from. "What are you doing?" Albert was trying to get rid of the broken dishes, there was a whole mess in his kitchen: broken eggs, a lot of scattered flour, and the like. "What a mess!You
When they felt ready, Albert called his car. It was late at night when they left the apartment. Conrad was driving Albert's car, since that car would be his from now on. The car was totally different from his family's old truck, which they used from time to time. Albert's car was luxurious; the engi
To tell the truth, it was somewhat relaxing to be able to wake up without worries like before, now that he had switched lives with Conrad, he could pretend to be a simple carefree guy whose only concern he could have was putting food on the table. That didn't seem that difficult. Conrad had a routi
"It's hot today, right?" he commented, undoing the top few buttons on her shirt. "I don't think so," she denied it, brushing her long, wavy hair behind her ear. "Do you want a drink? I have coffee." "I'd love to," she smiled and went to the kitchen, which was open in bold style. The apartment was
Being in that old car meant freedom for him. He could do whatever he wanted at any time, there was no one there to watch him, no cameras or paparazzi, and he could not fake things to please everyone. He put on some rock music, turned on the truck's speaker loudly, and went all the way to the communi
He went to the building manager, he wanted permission to use the terrace for a few hours. After a brief conversation, the building manager gave permission, and Albert went up to the terrace. When he got there, he prepared the place by putting on lights that weren't so bright but would be visible a
Jason's POV I was sitting in this VIP café, a place that exuded sophistication and privacy, waiting for Gideon Bathory. His name evoked memories I would like to forget, but were indelibly marked in my history with Laura. In our years of trial—dark and tortuous years when we were divorced—Gideon was
Anne's POV The morning had a different significance today. When I came down for breakfast, my mother was already running late, which isn't exactly surprising but always a little shocking. Mom and Dad had gone to a party last night and came home late, which was also to be expected. My grandmothers
Albert's POV The night was falling heavily as I followed the road to the address Max had sent me, about the place where he would be waiting for me and needing my help. And surprisingly, the GPS led me to a police station in Queens, which made me frown since Max had an apartment in Manhattan. So, w
Albert POV The party had been over for a while, but the feeling of it still lingered in the air. I poured myself a generous whiskey; I needed a moment after all that chaos, even if it was good chaos. The Williams mansion was silent now; only the sound of the liquid hitting the glass filled the room
Max POV “Oh my God… I had never had sex with a man with a pussy before! And it was incredible…!” Zoey Lee was sighing with a silly smile, staring at the ceiling of the room after having had a sublime cumshot, a cumshot that, modesty aside, he had provided for her. “That’s right, darling. My lovers
Laura POV “So are you going to help Gideon or not?” I asked him while we were still lying in our bed, looking at each other. Jason sighed as he threw his head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling of our room. “I don’t know, to tell you the truth,” he replied. “May Lindsay forgive me, but I
Laura POV “Do you want to talk about what happened at the party earlier?” Jason asked me as the driver took us back home. I gave a resigned sigh and rubbed the numb area behind my neck. “No need to talk about it, honey. I'm tired, all I want now is my bed,” I told him. That party had really been l
Max POV“You were the one behind those two's divorce, Ms. Williams-Davies,” I told her. “For Lindsay, you are the other woman. And you still think you have the right to say that wanting to bring them together is not your business?”Laura was blinking, visibly impacted by my words. It was obvious tha
Max POV “You want me to talk to my husband to help Gideon; is that what I heard?” Laura was asking me that with a look of shock on her face. “That's right, you heard very well,” I replied. “I want you to talk to your husband to help my brother.” Laura Williams Davies wanted to roll her eyes rig