Shame Skyler Mason 소설 & 이야기

The past few days had been hell. His fists clenched at the memory, his eyes closing shut. They didn't go away, instead they clawed at him, driving him crazy. When he opened his eyes, they were much darker. He already had Damien and Scarlett arrested and they'll be facing their judgement soon. After Serena fainted three days ago, he'd rushed her to the hospital. He found out she'd gone into shock and had been severely dehydrated.

“You know what, Scott, if he wants to bleed to death, let him. We have more important things to do than listen to him cry.” She spun around, intending to go facilitate the removal of the bus from the street. She had to imagine Mikali and Mila had taken care of any humans while she was chasing cars, and when she saw the former kick out the back emergency exit of the bus and leap out onto the street, she recognized she was right. Ryker wasn’t done, though. He had somehow managed to get himself up off of the ground, bleeding limb and all, and grabbed her shoulder, spinning her to face him. “Why is it every time I turn around, your face is practically up my goddamn asshole?”

Sia said fiercely. “Yeah!” Andrea said. Sia was about to make a comment when Asher Mason's picture appeared on the television. They all went silent. The newscaster read, “Josiah Greenwood, owner and CEO of Greenwood Holdings has been charged to court on multiple count charges of kidnapping, human trafficking, illegal arms dealing, extortion, murder and a number of others. The board of directors of Greenwood Holdings have appointed a new CEO, who is none other than Josiah's estranged son, Asher Mason.”

I said, placing my hands on my hips. "What were you two fighting about anyway?" "Nothing. He's just troubled and needs someone to he can confide with. Something you obviously can't give him. Hmph!" Skye spoke with venom, as she looked at me up and down like I was some kind of trash or something. What? Why did I suddenly became the bad guy?

*Skye* “Well done”. Marsden exclaims, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. “I think we can say you clearly won this round Mrs Sinclair and put my son in his place. Bravo!” “Thanks, but please call me Skye”. While Being sassy with Ben seems to have won me some points with Marsden, it still takes everything in my to stop my hand from shaking as I hand him a cookie. Trembles run through me like a slow moving avalanche, and it isn’t just the understandable annoyance causing it. It is also this unexpected and very unwanted attraction to Ben that has every damned nerve ending standing in attention.

"I deserve to die. I'm not human." Selene's expression shifted subtly, a calculation running behind her eyes before she adopted a sympathetic pout. "What are you saying, Ethan? Skye tried to kill herself. That's not your fault." She lowered her voice. "We both know she's been unstable since she came back. This was going to happen sooner or later." "Shut up!" The sound of the slap echoed down the sterile hospital corridor. My brother's hand left an angry red mark across Selene's face, the force of the blow sending her staggering back.

I was so screwed. Mason’s hand slid down and boldly cupped my bare pussy under the robe. Two thick fingers slid through my drenched folds, spreading my wetness. "Fuck, Skyler," he groaned, voice strained with lust. "You’re absolutely soaked. This greedy little cunt remembers me, doesn’t it?" I moaned brokenly, my hips jerking forward against his hand before I could stop myself. This was so wrong. So dangerous. So incredibly hot. And I had no idea how I was going to survive the next two months without completely losing myself to my forbidden stepbrother.

I took a deep breath and said flatly, "Fine. Then, hear this—whatever happens to Fraser Networks from now on has nothing to do with me." "Get lost! Don't you dare curse my company. And don't bother showing up again!" Julian sneered, still mocking me. "Who the hell do you think you are, to decide the fate of my company? What a joke." I gave a cold little smile, thinking, 'I hope you still find it funny later.' … Just then, a long black luxury car pulled up in front of the building. The door opened, and a silver-haired old man stepped out with the help of his aides, his voice booming with fury. "Who's kicking Skye out of the company?!"