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Love Me. Hate Me. Forty
Gossip needn't be false to be evil – there's a lot of truth that shouldn't be passed around. Especially when they're so juice. We can't help but share them ;) Call it apathy, greed, call it selfishness, curiosity but wouldn't want to hear or read about the latest about our beloved socialites? Like say, wouldn't you be interested if we share to you a couple pictures of Shawn Darby and Miss Catherine Hart hanging out a lot this past months? Our dear playboy Shawn was seen in the famous painter's Gallery and the man had stayed for a half and hour before the two gone to dine in one of the famous restaurant? Or how they were spotted laughing as they run and try to catch a bus (YES. A BUS. APPARENTLY, OUR PRECIOUS SOCIALITES ENJOYS DOING NEW THINGS IN LIFE... and riding bus is one of them + it is a little romantic, don't you think?) How about we tell you our favorite Miss Sandra Parker is getting cozier with her very sexy, very handsome, very rich, oozing with power and charisma Bab
Last Updated : 2024-11-10Love Me. Hate Me. Forty One
Faye held up the camera right on his face, beaming she chortled. “Dad-daddy s-smile!" Julian grinned as his daughter giggled and took his picture. Faye settled away from him. John came in and paused in surprise when he saw them. “Mr. Fernandez!" He bowed. “This is a surprise." Faye beamed. “U-uncle Jo-John!" John smiled to Faye. “Hello, Miss Faye." “Where's Sandra?" John turned to him and respectfully answered. “She is currently in a meeting with her father, I suppose this is a surprise visit from you, Mr. Fernandez?" His brows furrowed. “Yes, it is..." His gaze dropped to Faye, who since the day started and Julian picked her up from home, had been throwing little tantrums. “Faye demanded she wants her mother today." “I see." John nodded, his smile fading slowly but still there. “Why are you here?" Slowly, Julian turned to face John. “What do to mean why I am here?" This time Faye had fled into the corner of Sandra's office and was taking pictures of the windowpane.
Last Updated : 2024-11-10Love Me. Hate Me. Forty Two
“Oh my God!" Sandra suddenly laughed softly, wrapping an arm around Shawn and leaning on his side. “Is that true? Or you're only playing with me?" Shawn sniggered and Julian blocked out whatever it was he was saying. He turned away from the two and headed towards the bar, he sat into the stool and he was immediately given a glass of scotch, doubled and stirred. Huh, it was his third glass and the bartender was familiar with what he's drinking already. Why is he here again? Why is Shawn here too? He eyed them skeptically, oh, they're still laughing and enjoying the night. Sandra is terribly close to Shawn and he had his hand on the small back of her, wow. Are they always this physical? How come Julian only sees this now? Shawn was still talking but that's given since the rat always talks, but why is Sandra laughing? Wait, let him rephrase that. Why is she even listening to Shawn? Who gave her the right to laugh to Shawn's antics? Was what Shawn telling her really funny? Like
Last Updated : 2024-11-10Love Me. Hate Me. Forty Three
A few minutes later and Sandra was striding out, the glass doors opening for her. She had her phone on her ear, probably talking to her driver to pick her up but their gazes met. She walked towards him. “No, I have a ride home already." With it she hanged up and stood beautifully in front of him. Sandra was mesmerized though. In jeans or expensive tailored suit Julian always looked devastatingly handsome. Frowning or smiling didn't do any different, still handsome and imposing. She held her small purse with one hand and just stared back at him. Grunting, he leaned away from the hood of his car. He rounded and opened the car door for her. She smiled wider, shaking her head. He drove her to her home. She invited him in and he kissed Faye's forehead. The daughter was asleep though and when she thought he was leaving, he told her they needed to talk. So there they are, sitting across each other in the receiving area of her home. She stared at him like he grew another head. Wha
Last Updated : 2024-11-10Love Me. Hate Me. Forty Four
His left hand reached around to undo the zipper of her gown. The warm fingers slowly ran over her skin, hot and sensual touches that made her shivers. Julian undressed her and he chuckled huskily. He whispered to her. “This kinds of dress are my favorite, they don't let the woman wear a bra..." He dropped her gown and it pooled around her on the floor, he helped her take off her heels and step out of her clothes. “You never change, if anything you only become more beautiful..." He murmured. He leaned down to kiss her neck and collarbone and onto her breasts planting a sweet kiss and a playful nip to each of her hardened nipples. His mouth danced from one to the another, drawing little moans from her as he played her body. “Oh!" She gasped; Sandra wrapped both her hands around him, as if clinging for support. Julian grabbed her hips and spun her around in his arms facing away from him. He pulled her close though; his right arm wrapped around her tiny waist while the other fon
Last Updated : 2024-11-14Love Me. Hate Me. Forty Five
"Stand up." She told him.His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched but obliged. She crawled to the edge of the bed and though with shaky legs, she stood up, laughed huskily then stood beautifully naked in front of him."Sandra..."She met his dark eyes. "Why are you not naked?" The moment she stepped close to him, hr already had his coat thrown off somewhere and his polo half buttoned."Holy fuck!" He cursed loudly when she was already kneeling in front of him. He threw his polo away and zeroed his full attention down to her.She unbuckled his belt, pop the button. "God." He shut his eyes close when she pressed her palm against his hard erection. The touch almost sent him over the edge. Christ.She gave it another playful squeezed. He gasped. "Sandra..." His voice husky and near to gruffness. He was hot, so hot and and he was in deep lust and have that wicked love and hate for her all alone.He wanted her, all of her. Sandra smiled seductively and looked him in the eyes, never losing co
Last Updated : 2024-11-14Love Me. Hate Me. Forty Six
His hands grabbed her hips and rolled her over so she straddled him. He rubbed the head of his cock along her wet slit making sure to get her clit wet with their combined juices before slipping back into her sopping pussy. She moaned loudly at his entry, still clinging to her heightened pleasure just at the edge of her release.Julian shifted his hips slightly so that she could take him as deeply as possible and just as he thrust up, she bore down."Hmmm... oh God... just like this..." Her eyes closed as she was biting her lower lip. God, she was so hot, naked and wet with their mix sweat. Her rossy nipple so hard like a pebble."Ride me." He demanded in a voice thick with lust. "Ride me, Sandra." His words almost pushed her to the edge, but she clung on a bit longer and began to ride him. "Fuck yourself with my cock." He squeezed and plucked at her nipples as she rode him harder, circling her hips and squeezing him rhythmically with her inner muscles."Uh... uh..." She rode him hard
Last Updated : 2024-11-14Love Me. Hate Me. Forty Seven
It was 6:30 in the morning, still a little cold in Sandra Parker's residence, in her least favorite part of her home. There was a sound of laugh, there was a smile, and there was a good smell of brewed coffee, fresh picked fruits and more."I punched a girl back in highschool, I listen to Patti Labelle, I had 6 serious relationships all my life."Sandra folded her leg under the other, making herself comfortable in the stool. She picked the newly sliced green apple and took a delicious bite. Sighing, she stared at Julian's back. "High school one is a lie, you don't listen to Patti Labelle and you really had a 6 serious relationships all your life."He turned to face her, hair disheveled yet he looked good in it... sexy, oh yes, he was on his inside white polo with three buttons up undone. He wore his slacks from last night and sleeves of his inside shirt were messily rolled up his elbows and a little bit of his tattoos peeking through. On his right hand a knife and on the left was anot
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“If you want me to be yours, you got to let me have you too..." He murmured softly against her ear. Julian moved closer to her removing his coat as he did. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her with all of the passion then he had. Her hands ran through his soft hair, her breasts were crushed against his hard chest and their mouth began to devour each other. Heart thudding Julian pulled back, looking into the dark eyes of a woman who knew what she wanted. His heart ached for her beauty. Sandra's hands pulled his polo shirt up, releasing it while she pushed it up and then over his head. Julian groaned. He had to feel her skin now. He put his arms around her again, had the zipper of her dress down and had the top pat pool over her tiny waist; he fumbled with the clasp of her bra until it finally undid. Sandra's breathing came faster as he lowered the first one strap and then another. Perfect, pale globes with nipples the same rose color as her lips greeted him. She shivered
Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Nine
Sophie stared down at her plate, her friend had reserved a dinner for the two of them tonight but her friend was stuck in traffic and he arrived first. Everyone was eyeing her the moment she entered. There was unpleasant and not so subtle whispers about her. “It's that bitch who slept with Shawn." Someone snipped. “I don't even want to be anywhere near here." Another one harshly commented. “That's Sophie Torres, right?" Someone snorted. “Look at her, she looks pathetic. Serves her right for crossing Catherine Hart and Sandra." Her tears fell as she looked down into her empty plate. She doesn't even know what she's crying for... her heart? Or her future? Or the hates she's getting? Nothing ever goes right and sometimes it just bundles up so much... it sinks deeper into her skin. God, it hurts so much. “Excuse me? Miss Sophie Torres?" She looked up to the General Manager. “Yes?" “It seems like your friend couldn't make it. We advise you to leave." She blinked. “Wha–
Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Eight.
“Selflessness is selfish." When Shawn just started to her, Catherine explained. “The reason you should do things for other people alone is selfish. Whatever your reason is, it's a choice... There's no difference between selfish and selfless if you understand how the world works. We're all tied together. We live in an interdependent world, Shawn...” Shawn smiled. “You sounded like Sandra for a moment there.... it sounds like something she'd say.” Catherine shrugged. “It is how it is." Shawn watched her for a moment and when he spoke, his voice was controlled and held finality and firm on his voice. “I realized that... there seemed to be three choices, to give you trying to love, to stop being selfish, or to learn to love a person while continuing to be selfish." Catherine smirked. “Where is this coming from? That sounded very... complicated.” He smiled. “As mind boggling as the words itself, isn't it?" He shrugged then stared into her with a smile. “Catherine, I hope you
Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Seven
“YOU ARE SUCH A SHAME IN THIS FAMILY!" Julian stilled and his head snapped towards the direction of the screaming voice, his brows furrowed. “IS THIS ALL YOU CAN DO?! YOU AND YOUR DAUGHTER ARE JUST THE SAME! FAILURES!" Julian's eyes widen and walked towards that angry voice Julian so well know and despised. That Old man Parker. Julian turned into the corner and paused. Sandra and Mr. Parker stood face to face with the old man screaming profanities to her while Sandra wore an empty expression almost making her beautiful face look of a doll's. He couldn't take the verbal abuse she was getting from her very own father. The first time he is witnessing this and he was already raging in anger. He glared to Sandra though. Why wasn't she fighting back? She should claw her father's eyes out. Jesus, how long had this been going on? “What's going on here?" Both Mr. Parker and Sandra turned to him, Sandra smiled but Mr. Parker fumed in anger. Julian quietly walked towards them. “Wha
Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Six
FLASHBACK... - Her imposing father stared down into her, his eyes dropping into her bandaged hand for a moment. ‘How's your hand?’ Sandra looked down into her hand too and smiled at him. ‘It's nothing to worry about.’ His eyes narrowed to her response. When he took a step forward to her she didn't cower, she just met his eyes unwaveringly. ‘Do you understand now how this people you call your friends can hurt you? It is always the closest ones who have the power of leaving the deepest scars in your heart.' ‘I know, daddy.' The corners of her lips curled up in a wry smiled. ‘I learned the hard way, as they say it all starts at home, considering I have no home in the first place. But you and mother had never been interested in me... the rest didn't hurt me at all. I'm used to it...’ She smiled blandly. ‘It's what happens when you keep on hurting... you get used to it.’ Mr. Parker's hand rose to touch her but had stopped himself, he dropped his hand on his side. ‘I am not
Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Five
“What is that thing?" Julian chuckled. “It's Godzilla." “No wonder Faye can't watch this movie.. that thing is hideous." He grinned, he caressed her hair and stared into her face. “That is your first time watching this? I grew up loving all the franchise of the movie..." “I just hated seeing ugly things." Julian picked a slice of apple and took a bite. Sandra pecked on his lips, tasting the apple juice. “Yum.” Julian frowned into the plate. “Sandra, why don't you ever eat any other fruits?" He picked the strawberry. “Eat this." She widen her eyes. “No." “But why?" Julian dipped the strawberry to the cream and took a bite, he tried to feed it to her. “It's tasty. I promise." She made a face while shaking her head. Julian sighed as he put a hand on the back of her head. “Taste it." The gently he pulled her face to him and kissed her mouth. She pulled away first, she grimaced. “Oh God, you do that again and I'm slapping you." He grinned. “Come on, let's watch this s
Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Four
Julian Fernandez. A man that breathes money, with commanding good looks, with such a smart brain, mixed with integrity and principle plus a very good heart. He screams perfection and for the majority a man like that is total package and a must have. Permanently. Julian is a sucker for goodness despite and in spite of everything. He believes even the men with no hearts a.k.a serial killers has a little goodness in them, somewhere in their darkest soul. See, a little smile, a little goodness and Julian is guaranteed to fall straight. He isn't gullible and not stupid, it's just that despite all his roughness lays a good and loving heart. Something Sandra hated the most. A good heart. A good soul. She terribly wanted to believe that good people don't exist but there goes the father of her child. A living proof that God did not forget to create good people. A walking and talking heart. Fuck him. Oh, yeah. She'll definitely will. She mused. “In a world built on struggles y
Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Three
“You should eat, even a little Sophie..." Her friend told her gently. When Sophie didn't respond and merely stared in her window, her friend sighed. “Looks, it's not the end of the world yet. I know its hard, I know it hurts but you have to move on, girl.” “If I tell you I dated Julian Fernandez... will you believe me?" Her friend blinked in surprise. “Sophie..." She held her hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. A bitter smile crept on Sophie's face. “We dated for almost 2 years in secrecy, I met him in Hannah's party... he was a true gentleman and had that sweet smile... but you know what he did? He hurt me and now he's all over the place with that bitch Sandra and his abnormal kid clinging on his arm." Her friend sighed deeply. “Sophie... please eat a little more, you're losing a lot of weight. Get some sun too, come on let's stroll out together." Sophie chuckled amusedly. “You don't believe me, don't you? I thought so too. I was a kept woman." “Sophie, you life is n
Love Me. Hate Me. Fifty Two
“You're the president of the parents committee in Faye's school?" He glared to her. “The ladies thought it would be cool to have me as the president." Sandra laughed. After his called to her, she had been amused hearing that cute confession and decide to agree to attend in behalf of him. “That is the cutest thing I heard. Julian Fernandez, CEO of Fernandez Empire and the President of the parents committee in a Kindergarten level. I don't know which one is more tiring." He cringed, massaging his nape. “I knew I shouldn't have attended that invitation myself. When I arrived there, I discovered I was the only male specie around and the women. Jesus, you'd think they weren't married." Sandra laughed heartily, making him smile. “Hey, Sandra?" She stared at him, he stared at her in wonder. “I told earlier that I missed you... did you..." He cleared his throat. “Did you... miss me today?" The two of them was sitting on his couch, some movie was playing in the flat screen but Fa
