She's beautiful. Imagine her covered in golden syrup tied to the bed? Can't you just imagine? No! I don't want you to imagine! She's mine.
Aha, Maximum. A player. A pathetic fool. A fucking fuckboi! That white piece of trash! He's worse than the nigga I killed for laying hands on Marmae. My script is been running on for too long. I need something more exciting. The break-in was entertaining, but only for a sec due to how I predicted the whole thing. What if I just popped up at random. Aha, amusing, but not. Milk boy would probably crush me, but then I have my guys. Oh, but he does as well.
"Mama, back in the day incest was praised and normal in the rich society. How do you feel about it?" I grabbed a section of my beard, before twirling it.
"It's nasty!" She responded.
"I knew you'd say that." I smirked.
"Why ya ask stupid question like dat' for?" She asked.
"No reason, just came to mind." I got up from the kitchen stool to contemplate some more about her.
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My boon companion.
RomanceThis book is about a couple of Best friend's who are in love with each other, but don't want to love each other. They are Best friend's with benefits, but agreed with sleeping with other people. They call each other 'Best friend's' but others belie...
