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I nodded, half – heartedly. “I doubt it kid, she’s kinda made her mind up on this one, she reckons it’ll help you break free of this ‘rebellious stage’, as she call it. I’ll keep at her about it though, and I got you this – so it won’t be all bad. Just try and save some. eh?” My dad said smiling and passing me a small envelope. He would occasionally do this, normally when my mother would make me do somethings like this. I didn’t open it – I already knew he would have put some money inside it for me. We both knew not to tell mum anything.
I said thank you quietly to him and kissed his cheek again, before skipping out of the room to put the envelope of money into my bag. “ Oh yeah,” I scoffed shaking my head. “ Im going out. Be back later “Dad”,” I said emphasizing the dad part. “What are you doing running around in the halls Son of Aeluis?
” His voice was rough as his fists clenched. He was fuckin’ bothered.
Tallis glanced down briefly to the girl, who was almost fully hidden behind his body now. “Yeah,” “We were hired to help you. We can’t just sit around and do nothing. We get paid for this. We are your personal make – up artist, personal spa worker, make – over agent, personal cloth maker, dress preparer .
. .” they went on and on and on, about what they do. I rolled my eyes. “Where did you learn to cook?” He nodded and Verona flashed a brilliant smile before excusing herself. When she was out of sight, Ian inclined his head; the words fell from his lips in a breath, “Thank you…” “I will paid it all if you listen to me.” And then it’s over, and strangely I feel none of the impact of the collisio, Asian Beauty Hot.
My personal pillow, whether he or she meant to be one or not, has saved me. But he or she also provoked me to trip anyways, so I don’t feel sorry at all. Would he… laugh?
That ma, Asian Beauty Hot… has the eyes of hell. “ I know who you like,” He smirked. I raised an eyebrow. “ Its Art…” He smirked agai, Asian Beauty Hot.
My throat felt dry and I shook my head. “ Yes it is, I see the way you look at him, and also the way he looks at you,” he said wiggling his eyebrows. “Ah, come on, honey,” he reached for me, making smoochy noises with his lips. “That shirt of yours would make such a lovely addition to the carpet in my bedroom.
What do you say?” “Hi…” Gabriel said with a frown, “How are you not a ghost anymore?
” He asked her as he looked her over. She was so much different than what he would have expected Micheals’ mate to be.