83. WE NEED TO TALK

"My dad called, he wants to see me," Lena said, sitting on Darian's lap. She looked at him and chuckled. "You don't like this?" She attempted to get up but he pulled her back.

"I do like it," he said. "Why does he want to see you?"

"Why? Do you want to go with me?" She steadied herself on his groin, teasing him as she romped him. He hissed, glaring at her to stop messing with him.

"You just told me your dad wants to see you. Isn't it right that I ask why he wants to see you?" He moved his hands to her breasts, fondling them against the tank top she wore. She whimpered softly, enjoying the luscious sensation that ran through her body. She had missed his touch so much.

"Hm, Darian. It is."

He stopped fondling her breasts, "Have you found a job yet?"

"No, I haven't. Still job hunting." She responded, noticing how his eyebrows arched. She pointed her fingers at him and shook her head. "Don't think I am lazy, I am really looking for a job."

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