. sori sori, actually mere paas aapka number nahi hai so i dint got it k aap ho.Shruti:- haan haan, okay., to abi tak soye kyo nahiMe:- nind nahi aa r...hi hai, so bas jaag raha hu,. aap kyo nahi soye???Shruti:- mujhe bhi nind nahi aa rahi.. to bas coffee bana rahi thi. tum piyoge?Me:- haan jarur.Shruti:- thik hai to ban jaye to leke ati hu tumhare ghar.Thodi der baad “knock” hua door pe, me samaj gaya k ye shruti hai. I was in my Boxers and Vest. Mene darwaja khola, she was holding the two. "A military ship's captain."Before she could answer, Miley said, "Imperial regulations forbid any member of the Yeoman Society to take command of a Fleet flagged starship. Yeoman Harper Wood is not in the ship's chain of command." We're not Fleet!" Rice shouted angrily, "We are owned by the Empire Space Corporation. ESC Entous, get it. We just need a Bridge trained officer..." Article Seven of the Empire Space Corporation's incorporation document, approved by the office of the Imperial. Takes the creepy edge off. ‘So has he fucked you yet?’ One of them men asks in a thick Indian accent. Quinn shivers at the blunt question. ‘He’s not my boyfriend.’ ‘Better that way, sweetheart. That boy can’t satisfy anyone for shit. And he doesn’t like being told what to do. Little prick. If you’re going to fuck someone, you’ve got to fuck a man. None of that doe-eyed, slow missionary shit. That’s for pussies,’ James says. The other men laugh and Quinn smiles nervously. Where the fuck is Owen?. It was my turn to slap her hand away.“The hell are you doing?” I turned around and looked into her cold eyes.“I heard you.”“You what?”“I said I fucking heard you, you fucking vile horndog,” she spat.Shit.She had.Realization descended upon my fevered brain like a cold blanket of snow.She’d heard me, she’d truly heard me.I wondered if she had left the bed and come looking for me too, or if she’d just contented herself with listening to me do all that.I prayed for the latter.“If you try anything,.