Romans & histoires Rodger X Dandy

"I can see a real improvement." Alex nodded, sweat dripping from his brow. "Thanks, Emily. I have to get better... for Rosie." Emily smiled, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "That's a good motivation, Alex. Keep pushing forward." Meanwhile, Rosie and Ryan settled into a small cottage on the outskirts of the city. It was a modest place, but it offered the peace and tranquility Rosie so desperately needed. She found herself slowly healing, her days filled with quiet moments and the steady presence of Ryan, who remained a constant source of support and affection.

I could hear Carla giggle a bit in the background which made my eyes roll, it was obvious he was gaslighting her or maybe I was just seeing it that way because I had deep dislike for him. “Thank you Roddy can I have my friend back now, you already stole her from me physically I will not allow you to take the little time I already spend with her away.” I said with a slightly raised voice. “Alright alright Women I will be in the next room.” he said laughing. “Think about what I have said tho, he is good for you.” I definitely knew he had a point with all he was saying but Danny was not the kind of guy I pictured myself with; he was extremely boringgg and my life was already boring so why would

I sighed, my jaws dropping to add an effect. Hot daddy and Sonia let out a deep chuckle, breaking into a laugh that trailed off as soon as it started. Mr. Nikolai didn't look up from his food. The quantity of good I had swallowed earlier hung against my throat. It was funny how the roles were reversed now. In the past, the dark energy on the dining table was around hot daddy, now Mr. Nikolai. Enduring the weight burning against my throat, I smiled at Rosie and she winked in return.

That's when Daisy smiled again because there was a brilliant idea that clearly benefited her. *** Rodgie awoke from his sleep in the cell. His Fierce look was pale with melts starting to pour out. "Hosh ... Hosh!" Rodgie's breath was heavy this time. He recalled how his son was worried about Jo who was crying. There was already an affinity between his son and the Lloyds. Rodgie slowly laid himself down on the bed. The verdict of heart failure made him have to be extra careful in his activities. "I'm glad you have a close relationship with the Lloyds. Be obedient and keep their good name Ian," Rodgie muttered as he took something under his pillow he had prepared a long time ago.

“You-“ “I’m here mummy and I have brought Daddy with me!” Skyler chipped in and right beside him was Miguel standing tall and might. Adrianna bat her lashes, “w-what..what did you say?” Adrianna shutters with a scoff “Our daddy, He’s our Daddy,”

Dangerous men who wanted to own me. The door creaked open, and I didn't turn around because I knew that scent, expensive bourbon and something sharper underneath, something that always meant trouble. "Still sulking, Rhea?" Rodger's voice was lazy, amused. "You'll get wrinkles." I looked at him through the vanity mirror and remembered the boy who used to put salt in my tea and spiders in my bed, except now he was taller and leaner with a smirk that could probably charm anyone into anything. He strolled in and kicked the door shut behind him, then picked up a lock of my hair and wound it around his finger like he had every right to touch me.

"Coming, oh fuck, dady!” He followed seconds later, burying deep with a roar, cock pulsing as he flooded her with hot cum, rope after thick rope painting her insides until it overflowed, trickling down her legs. They collapsed together, breaths ragged, bodies slick and spent, the air thick with the scent of their release.

He glanced at me before he looked at Rogue again, amusement was on his face. "Guess it's true. Girlfriend?" "No…" Rogue shook his head and glanced at me. "No, she's…a business partner." I mentally groaned. Business partner... "Oh! My bad. Pleasure to meet you, Miss Quinn. I am Mr. Ryder's friend. You can call me Danny." I smiled and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Danny. I…uh… I hope we're not interrupting your work." "Oh, not at all. Don't worry about it, Miss Quinn. May I invite you two to my office? Let's talk over there."

"Dandy Finwood from Black Tiger?" "Why is he here?" Accompanied by a high-pitched announcement, a large group of people walked in, led by a disdainful-looking Dandy. Beside him was Stan from Zephyr Wing. They roughly pushed through the crowd and approached Zector, smiling broadly. "Zector! Sorry, we're late!" Dandy greeted as he and Stan handed over some gift boxes. Zector, acknowledging their generous gifts, nodded politely. Dandy then turned his gaze toward the troublemakers in the crowd. His smile faded, and he straightened his posture, exuding a unique aura of authority. With a sinister smile, he said, "What’s this? I heard some of you want to sit in the main hall?"

"And here I thought you were just playing golf all day." I feigned a look of mock offense. "Hey, golf is serious business. It's all about strategy, precision, and the right amount of trash talk." Jacob smirked. "And how's your swing, Mr. Billionaire?" I leaned in, lowering my voice dramatically. "Let's just say I've been giving Tiger Woods a run for his money." Laughter erupted around the table, and I couldn't help but revel in the camaraderie. It was a relief to let loose and enjoy the company of friends who understood the pressures and absurdities of our respective professions.