Maine bade pyar se apne hatho pe uska sir rakha, aur uske baal sehlane laga. Uske baad wo meri taraf ghoomi, aur mere se chipak ke so gayi. Meri to ha...lat kharaab hi thi. Lind maharaj fatne ko taiyaar the, par maine kisi tarah control kiya, aur so gaya.Subha jab main utha, to wo pehle hi uth chuki thi. Aaj naha kar usne pink color wali frock pehni hui thi. Wo dress bhi uspe achi lag rahi thi. Usne mujhse poocha, ki wo kal frock se t-shirt mein kaise aa gayi.Maine usko apne paas bulaya, aur pata. I hope everyone got what they wanted from my story and I’ll be looking forward to hearing your comments . . . I hope you enjoy the other to, as I’m already busy with my next story! See ya’ll! * Cheyenne ‘Cheyenne?’ Jordan looked at me. ‘What is it baby? What’s wrong?’ He came over to me and knelt in front of the chair where I sat down. I was breathing heavily and I looked at Jordan. ‘I need to go to the bathroom, but I don’t think I can walk. Help me, please.’ Jordan picked me up from the chair. When I get inside I see Paul sitting on his sofa, a bottle of Jack Daniels stands on the coffee table and he’s draining what’s left in his glass. ‘Paul, are you alright?’ ‘Nope.’ ‘Are you drunk?’ ‘Yep.’ ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘Finchley Road Apartment 12.’ Oh shit that’s Tom’s address. ‘Paul, do you want to tell me what’s going on?’ ‘Well now Steph that’s an excellent question, would you like to tell me how long you’ve been fucking your ex boyfriend behind my back?’ ‘Paul just listen to me ok, I. Hottae! Please. Come in. Can I get you something to drink?” With his hand on her lower back, Fred guided her into his den.Laura looked around, clearly impressed. Mr. Cree was the wealthiest man in the county. Maybe even in the state. Her husband worked as an accountant at Mr. Cree’s main office.Laura gently sat down on the edge of one of the two chairs facing Mr. Cree’s big oak desk. “Water would be nice, please.”Although she couldn’t see it, Mr. Cree must have had a small refrigerator behind.