A house girl

Jade

Mr. Lombardi must be a person with manic depression; that man changes his personality as though he's changing his boxers. I am pissed; the so-called lunch didn’t last for 15 minutes, and boom! Suddenly, he had to run, and I had to follow him. Nothing but anarchy exists in my life; what the actual fuck is going on?

Within 30 minutes, we were walking into his hotel. This is a hotel that I’ve heard of for as long as I can remember, but I never imagined that it would be quite that posh. I didn’t dare look around. I stalked about behind Warg in silence in its entirety, much like a small dog might follow its mother. We entered a private elevator leading to the last floor. This was not his house. I remember he has a house, and of course, how can I forget that this man right here ate my pussy like it was a bowl of ice cream and is now acting like it never happened? I heard the ding, and the man didn’t even wait for me to exit the elevator first. So much for a gentleman.

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