I turn to face her and she watches my lips as I tell her "Pretty soon, you're gonna want nothing more than for me to fuck you. And when you do ask me," I pause and lean in close, "I'm going to make you beg." For once, she seems genuinely speechless. After a moment, she laughs. "We'll see about that, won't we?" she winks and holds up her glass for a refill. The Weeknd fan fiction. It's a little different. XO [All comments welcome.]

Mature Content (Ages 17+) WARNING: This story contains adult activity, strong language, sexually-oriented nudity, drug abuse or other elements. ❌⭕️ All Rights Reserved © 2015 xo_souledout.

After moving into her new apartment in New York, Alysha quickly becomes aware of the mystery man on the top floor that no one is allowed to talk about. She makes it her mission to find out who he is but once he finds out she has an interest in him, it sparks his infatuation with her in the most dangerous way possible. What will happen when Alysha makes it to apartment 65? Will she ever make it out? 🚩Story may contain violence, sexual content and foul language 🚩

Boujee " she don't depend on anybody knows just what to do with get body counting all that money like a hobby she don't give a fuck about nobody " The Weeknd / Abel Tesfaye * @kristengrandeheaton Highest ranking; #1 in 'Abel Tesfaye' slowly being edited/rewritten