Dar E Dil 소설 & 이야기

Her eyes rake down my body, lingering. “Aight, bet. What’s your name?” “Delilah.” Her voice is smooth, low, like honey dripping. She’s already eyeing me like she’s deciding how she wants it. “Cool. Delilah… real quick—rate my drip, one to ten. Fresh fit today. Feel me?”

I am a little confused as I pick up the call. “Hello?” “Renee, it’s Dell,” comes the voice on the other end, and relief floods through me. “Dell, where are you? We have been worried sick,” I ask, but he goes quiet for a moment before he groans like he is in pain. “Dell, are you okay?” He coughs in pain, and my heart starts racing. “I’m in trouble, Renee.I need your help.” My stomach drops. ##########