Novel & Cerita Pretty Reckless

"Bro it was small and cute prank - said reyan and I felt that my anger was on peak now. "Shut up - I screamed in my anger. "Mrs izzah hussain have you really got badly hit on your head. Jab tumne kaha ki kon ahad mujhe laga jese kisi ne mera saans rok liya ho izzah tumhe sirf apni entertainment or pranks ki padi hai kisi ki ehsaasat ki nahi. Nahi lekin tum kese samjhogi tumhe to apne pranks karne hai na mujhpe ( when you told me that who ahad I felt that someone stopped my breathing but you

“ Good girl. Now you are going to listen to me. We do have a few things to talk about. Like why you haven't come back to Club Reckless.” She tries to look stern when she says “ I don’t need to go back. It was a one-time deal. Something to get out of my system. I did that so I’m good. And we don’t need to speak of it ever again.” “ You see that is where you are wrong. We do need to speak of it again. And we are going to but not here.” I tell her as I take a step back. We are going to talk but it will be in private. Anyone could walk out and hear us talking. That wouldn’t not only embarrass Speed but she would shut down. “ Get on your bike. We are going for a ride.” I told her.

He spoke to me as though I was a teenager. Aww, what a caring daddy! Bullshit. "I am responsible! Yes, I may appear reckless at times, but what happened today was a sheer mistake," I yelled, grinding my teeth in frustration. Just a sheer mistake.. Now I looked like a mental patient. My makeup ruined, clothes dirty, hair smelly and unkempt. I cursed my overly sensitive nose. "A sheer mistake can kill someone. Do you even understand that? Rare or not, this could have ended with someone in the hospital

He dragged me to his car and practically threw me into the passenger seat while I scrambled to push open the door but it was locked. I broke into new set of sobs. He got in the driver’s side and sped off. He drove so fast, too fast. He swerved around other cars and even red lights. The tires kept screeching. I gripped the door handle with my knuckles white. This was pure madness. He was running mad and I was was scared we were going to crash and die but he didn’t seem to bother one bit. "Reid, slow down!" I cried with my voice trembling. "Please! You’re going too fast! We’re going to get into an accident please! Just listen to me and let me explain," I pleaded in between tears.

I let out a low laugh. “Barely scraping together enough to cover rent and still making time for late-night poker games,” Rich adds, his grin widening. “Man, we were reckless back then. Hell, we’re still reckless.” Nodding, I swirl the remaining whiskey in my glass. “Remember that time you almost got us kicked out of that basement poker game because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut?” Rich barks a laugh. “Couldn’t keep my mouth shut? That guy was trying to cheat! I was just calling him out before he took everyone’s money.”

Just chasing the next high like it’s a sport. Adam shook his head slightly. “Lowkey impressive in a messed-up way,” he admitted. “Guy’s got zero fear. Just moves.” He flipped a few pages back, skimming parts again. “But that’s also the problem,” he added. “There’s no brakes on him. None.” It didn’t feel like growth, or even curiosity. It felt like escalation. Every situation is bigger, riskier, and more reckless than the last. “Like he’s trying to outdo himself every time,” Adam said. “Not even about the women anymore… It’s about the rush.”

Delrico jumped back, screaming, “What the hell are you doing?!” I didn’t answer. My rage was louder than any words. “It was a mistake!!” he screamed, his voice desperate as he saw the gun lower. I stared at him, trying to keep my cool. “A mistake? You think sleeping with my assistant is a mistake, Rico? How many times, huh?” He shrugged nonchalantly, not even trying to look sorry. “Maybe some people just want to have fun, you know? Live a little. I was just trying to enjoy myself, alright? Get it? Have fun.”

But I couldn't help my looks from wandering back to him, dropping to where his cock would have likely hung-a crazy habit of mine. "You've been checking me out more than usual," he said out of nowhere, in a quiet voice and serious. I froze, beer halfway to my mouth. "What? No, man." But my face became very red with heat and he laughed as though he knew everything. "That's not true. I see it." "And I've been thinking about you too. I hear you at night, jerking off as you moan my name." My cock stiffened into my jeans, and he stood there putting his beer down and turning to face me. "Just admit it, Alex. You want this. It's a safe place don't worry."

I muttered, even though I knew I probably was. Rafael put his cup down and crossed his arms. “You were drunk, dancing with strangers, and causing attention. That is the definition of making a scene. Especially after everything that’s been happening with the media.” I clenched my jaw. “I just wanted one night to breathe. Is that so hard to understand?” “You don’t get to ‘breathe’ when someone tried to kill you a few weeks ago,” he said sharply. “You don’t get to act reckless when there are still people out there who want you dead. Grow up, Cassian.”