Romans & histoires Sofia Carson Hot

I scratched the back of my neck nervously, it's not the time to be nervous Carson! "Sophia was right about giving your Instagram to me, you are hot than Nathaniel and Nelson." She said with a smirk. Did she said I was hot than them?! Take that fuckers! "Well, usually they are the more popular people, mostly Nate." She rolled her eyes, "I don't like that kind popular boy, my type is guys like you." "Well, you are beautiful too." I complimented her with a smile. "Thank you, but you way better than me." She chuckled softly.

"I'm on a no-man diet." At least until she learned how to pick them better. She couldn't afford another disaster. Hadn't she learned her lesson? Not to mention, the last person she should even flirt with was a sexy bad boy. And whoever this guy was, he definitely had that look. She'd been there, done that, even had the T-shirt. "Bullshit." Sophia reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a crumpled bill, slamming it down on the counter. "Five bucks says he'll be back tomorrow night and he'll ask you out."

I cross my arms over my chest, a reflexive gesture of modesty. — No. He says the word softly, but with a firmness that crushes all resistance. He takes my wrists, without brutality, and lowers my arms. — Let me see you. You are magnificent. His gaze devours my silhouette. I feel its burning path on my skin: the curve of my breasts barely contained by the fine silk, my defined waist, the flare of my hips, the length of my legs. I burn. Everywhere. Kassian

Not the Carlos I knew. There it was. Carlos's picture! So many of them—on the screen of her phone. Ignoring Isabella's cunning ways, I picked up my phone. “Hey, Siri. Show me the popular Carlos Gotti pictures?” Relaxing back on my chair, I moped at the screen of my phone while waiting—only for me to see the pictures of a man I told I loved a while ago. “No way—” I looked up at Isabella who had a satisfying smile on her countenance. “No fucking way.”

“Hurry up. Change the aphrodisiac to sleep medication. Make the dosage heavier. “I’ll take over from here as usual. “I’m sorry. Joe has cancer, and his last wish is to be with me.” Winnie’s lips turned pale. She trembled as she tried to leave, but security stopped her. “H-How did you find out?!” Carmen looked at me with sympathy, and I calmly nodded. “Yes, I discovered the truth. “Not only that, but I also know that you drafted a marriage certificate with Joe.” I projected the photo of their marriage certificate on the big screen, and Winnie collapsed to the floor.

“No, sir.” “How old are you, Sofia?” “Eighteen, sir.” My cock twitches, and my testosterone levels rise to dangerously absurd levels. “You can go, Carlos.” “Yes, sir.” Carlos slips out, closing the door behind him. My cock stiffens to full mast as I hear the latch click, signifying that Sofia and I are completely alone. The clothes she picked out at Saks are absolutely perfect on her. The skirt hugs her thighs and hips just right, showing off a breedable physique that makes me want to bend her over my desk and pump her little pussy full of my seed before sending her off to do the rest of her work for the day.

His voice was low, almost dangerous. "She," he said slowly, "is Sofia. My fiancée." "Your fiancée?" Lily's eyes widened in shock as she looked at Sofia. Carson's voice was low, frustrated. "Sofia, what do you actually want from me? I told you before, I need an answer. You said you're convincing your father, but how long do I have to wait?" "I am convincing him," Sofia snapped back. "Just give me some more time."

Carlos seized her by the hair, his grip tightening as she cried out in agony. "Who told you to run? What are you trying to do? Call the cops?" "No! No," Sofia promised, out of breath and in pain. Her scalp and arm were hurting badly, and she thought her lungs would rupture from the futile run. "Don't ever try that. I would shoot you without thinking twice." "Kill me!" Sofia begged. It was better than having a chainsaw in her eyes. Carlos chuckled. He loved a fierce woman. But fierceness was only for women who wore suits and heels. Not those that wore lingeries on heels or nothing at all.

Sofia combed her messy hair and decided to leave, when a group of ladies entered the coffee club and saw Sofia and the mess in the room. “Sofia?” They covered their mouths and almost screamed in surprise. “No, it's not me!” Sofia covered her face in case they recognized her, and after that, she ran out of the coffee club. “Is that Sofia Carson?” The ladies gossiped among themselves. “Yes, it is. What happened to her?” “She's getting a divorce from Mr. Carson.” “Really? I can't wait to see what happens. She's so proud. What will she do after leaving Carson?”