All Chapters of The Disreputable Love Transaction: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I cut the shampoo sachets we brought and stuffed them into the small bags we got at the store.After the trip to the mall, we went back to Helen's house. We ate the snacks we brought and waited just about half an hour before the items we purchased got delivered. Now, we were packing them for the food bank. Even though the majority were food, we still had goodie bags for their toiletries.

"I ate a tuna-garlic sandwich, okay? I'll brush my teeth after my shift," She grumbled, handing the phone over to me so I could look at the item she bookmarked. It was a velvet knee-high boots, and she was right it was pink. To be more precise, the strawberry shade. And she was right, I did love it.My eyes zoom in on the number of stocks left and mentally calculated how much I needed to save in order to buy it. I was about to open her calculator to make sure but stopped myself since I didn't need another session of eyeball washing. Instead, I was about to open my mouth and tell her to send me the link when Big Mama enters and points towards

I find myself pressing Markus' code on the keypad of his door with him close right behind me.He was quiet all the way here. Actually, both of us were. I don't know why he's being quiet. I, on the other hand, know I'm being quiet because this literally was a joke that was taken too far. And here I was actually participating in it. I didn't know he's going to agree! Besides, it wasn't a

I pushed him back towards the mattress, taking the lead.Despite being aggressive moments ago, the man was a virgin. The moment I got him naked, and I was naked below him, he froze. His eyes never leaving mine, a blush on his face. And so, I rolled us over, taking the lead because I was already so ready for it that I don't want to get blue balls especially since I don't have balls to begin with.

“Are there any more biscuits?”I was just about to pull a fresh new batch of biscuits from underneath the huge buffet table when Helen stopped my hand. What was she doing? I turned my head to look at her and was actually a bit surprised when I realized she wasn’t even looking at me. She was frowning. And she looked disappointed. Which made me frown too.I look back at the little girl who asked and shook my head. “Sorry, no more biscuits.”Sighing the little girl’s face falls and she walks back towards her shabby table. I was currently wearing a simple white sundress covered by a cute pink polka dots apron. It was my usual apron whenever I cooked or baked. Not that I ever did those things. I usually just ate the leftover meals at Ardere. You w