"Darlene baby~, how are you, baby~" the Honeyed voice said. Darlene growled at the disturbance and swung around.
It was darold Wojcicki. Darold was the son of Susan Wojcicki and the man who would inherit $160 billion. Everyone in the office wanted to give darold children, even the people that didn't like fellas would still give him the sloppy toppy.
"What do YOU want, darold." She growls at him. "Just wanted to check up on you baby~, you seem a bit upset... are you okay?" He replied with that perfect smile on his lips. Darlene's face somehow dropped even more. For some reason, She always wanted to hurt someone when ever he smiled and At this point she didn't care who that "someone" was.
"I'm fine" she bluntly answers but while turning away something catches her eyes.
"Woah, ugh...oh my god...mmmm.. oh my lord..." she moans while biting her lip . Darold stares at her with a confused and startled look on his face. "Y-your hands... they're perfect...ugh...oh my god... do you use moisturizer..." she Sensualy whispered as she stared deeply into his soul. "S-sorry?" He stammered while looking horrified. "Um I think I should get going" he tried to start walking but before he got the chance she grabbed and pulled his hand, causing him to fall backwards. In surprise and pain he yelps and falls onto the ground.
In pain and confused darold checks to see if his hand is okay.... it's not there. He whips his head around and to his surprise it's still in Darlene's grasp. In horror he cries out "HOW DID MY HAND COME OFF!?!?"
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Isn't this getting out of hand?
RomanceHarold seductively whispers in Darlene's ear while caressing her petite face. "I'm so sorry Darlene but you cannot handle this. Although I must hand it to you, you have been hands down the handiest out of all these freaks. But I know you... I know...
