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Almost.
“Lose the bimbo,” he threatens in hot, enraged words. “Or I’ll do it for you.”
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NIKOLAI
So lotus flower didn’t lose the bimbo.
Sur-fucking-prise.Not.
It’s been a week since I gave him that ultimatum, but he’s not making any effort.
But then again, he’s a snob who likes to be in control. Bet he takes it with his afternoon tea instead of sugar. He does that with his friends. Afternoon tea.
Christ, he’s so veryBritish.
My only option is to dismantle that control and shred it to pieces right in front of his mysterious eyes.
He obviously doesn’t like me anyway, so what’s the harm in making him hate me a bit more?
Anyway, Operation Eliminate Bimbo will soon take effect.
What I know aboutClarais that she’s an attention whore since she likes to post all her pictures with lotus flower.
A gold digger. Since she’s all about the designer bags, shoes, and things he buys her.
Shit in bed—for obvious reasons.
I clearly brought him more pleasure than she ever has. He kissed me with his eyes closed.
In your fucking bimbo face.
I know because I made sure to watch him as I backed him against the wall and ate the shit out of his mouth. My Prince Charming melted, fuckingmeltedeven as he met me stroke for stroke.
He definitely was not fighting his goddamn demons like when he put on that show in front of me.
More importantly, he didn’t seem burdened. If anything, at times, he was a bit eager…as wound up as I was.
The nonnegotiable truth is that I can give him more than Clara ever will.
Yes, he’ll never admit it since he has a case of pathological denial and all that jazz, but I’m not leaving him alone until he does.
Love the way he hides and pretends he didn’t moan, groan, and get hard for me. And how he likes to forget that he came all over my hand and cock.
If Brandon is not gay, I’ll chuck myself down a fucking cliff.
Well, let’s also include bi, because…eh… I’m not in the mood to die before I get another taste of him.
Or a few.
Several is my preferred count.
Depends on how open he is to the prospect.
I’ve got to say, his case of denial runs pretty deep, and I’m not sure how to get him out of his own ass—something a lot more pleasurable needs to go there.
But I digress.
