ONNAXOFF

ONNAXOFF

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Wed, Apr 6, 201615h 12m
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.]
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"Yeah, well... I'm starting to think I got stood up." The bartender clicks his tongue, setting his towel down with a slow shake of his head. "Fucking tragic. Can't say I understand it. If I had a date with you, I'd be here an hour early, dressed to fucking impress, already working out ways to keep you entertained all night." I raise an eyebrow, half-smirking. "Smooth." "Don't flatter me yet, love. That was just the warm-up." He nods toward my half-finished wine. "Tell you what-since your bloke's clearly an idiot, this one's on the house." I blink. "Seriously?" He shrugs, like it costs him absolutely nothing. "What can I say? I've got a soft spot for beautiful people with shit luck." His smirk deepens. "Also, it's good fucking business. You stay longer, you order more, and I get to look like the hero. Everyone wins." I shake my head, laughing as he pours me another glass with the kind of effortless confidence that suggests he's done this a thousand times before-offered a pretty girl a free drink, flashed a dangerous grin, made her night a little less shit. He slides the glass toward me. "Louis, by the way." "Bee," I say, taking a sip.

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