All Chapters of (Not) His Sugar Baby: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

Everything Xelle said, in its entirety was a bombshell. It started with the man getting drunk and ended with him fucking her. Bridgette really couldn't believe that Xelle wasn't sober. She didn't know what kind of solution could compensate for the complexity between them. About the whereabouts of Lucette and Acampeliaz. After all, the girl was innocent, not even asking to be present in the world because of a mistake. But Lucette... Bridgette really couldn't divide her husband. She forced herself to look at each other with those heterochromia eyes. "I consider that your stupidity in the past. Now tell me why you still keep Lucette in the apartment, if you don't have any other relationship?" There was no answer yet. Only the occasional sound of a car coming out of the parking lot. The expression on Xelle's face hesitated to reveal the truth to Bridgette. "I don't have time to wait for you too long. Oracle will be home soon."

Two weeks seemed long enough. Each day's set of moments contained an electric storm that brought Rose to the edge of her seat. She went through a wide range of emotions. Some were influenced by Theo's departure, others by a minor procedure that Rose had to undergo with Travis and Penelope, Travis' colleague. However, a different specialist or one Rose didn't know about... Penelope is a gynecologist. A doctor who specializes in the science of bodily functions and diseases specific to women. Rose had asked Travis many questions. She always got the same answer, 'for the sake of complete healing and recovery'. Rose's attention swept across the room. A few minutes ago Rose had just received an injection. While Travis in front of her was busy writing a notebook. The handsome face was too focused. "Travis, can I go? There's nothing else to do, right?" asked Rose when Travis accidentally looked at her.

A swipe of lipstick from tip to tip on Rose's half-pale lips was the last of the make-up that was smeared on her face. Rose tidied up her thick wavy blonde hair at the bottom. A mini black dress with strappy sleeves and a small cross-body bag were ready to take her out into the world. She glanced at the bracelet Xelle had given her. Rose couldn't wear it for the time being. She could be tracked and she didn't want Xelle involved. With a faint smile on her face, Rose unhooked the bracelet, storing it safely under her pillow. Rose was going to show that Theo wasn't the only one who could do something of an outrageous nature. Theo must reap what the man sowed. Rose would pay cash with her decision this time. She moved out of the room. Approaching Lion in front of the exit gate. "Borrow me your car key, Lion." Rose stood right next to the man who looked at her in surprise. "Where

Rose's head was forced down deeper. Her lips came into direct contact between the searing warm skin. Almost gagging... Rose's wet cavity slowly adapts to Hades' hard, erect peak. Hades' moans roared freely. Rose's blonde hair is increasingly tangled between his knuckles. He squeezes and pulls Rose roughly together, reaching for his own pleasure. Hades' exhale is wildly excited. He looked up as the pleasure rose slowly. "Fuck!" cursed Hades with a hot sigh that caused the surface of his chest to move irregularly. Rose was pulled down under his power. The black dress was torn in half. Hades bluntly unhooked her bra, sending Rose's two mounds reeling. A defiant rosy peck is immersed in her parted lips. The greedy tongue coated every inch of her body with wet saliva. Rose's dazed face and near-consciousness were clearly captured. The man moved downstairs. Not a thread remained on Rose's body. He opened t

The content written in the letter was the absolute transfer of territory from Mr. Alejandro's authority to his hands. Theo hissed, then pushed away Elsa's body, which fell happily on the bed. "You want to play rough?" The mobster's daughter's innocent demeanor at dinner that day was blown away by the resignation in Theo's presence. Elsa doesn't resist any of the bonds that bind each of her hands and feet. Theo touched her not with his heart. There was no touch of lips. Only a rough and painful grasp that lasts as Theo's hand slides over the heaving globes of her breasts with their erect nipples. The culmination of revenge begins in the intimate parts. Theo studies the anatomy of the human body in order to do something worse than what Rose experienced. One by one, Theo's fingers made their way inside. Occasionally the other arm is extended to give a little pleasure.