Page 10 of Pitiful Lies

I missed that mouth.

This is gonna be so much fun.

CHAPTER ONE-ANGEL

Giselle is facing the window, refusing to look at me, and it’s annoying. I know we have to talk, but how can I start if she won’t acknowledge I’m there?

Curiosity wars with pure animal lust every time I glance her way. Truly, I don’t get it.

Me and Sisi always had a good time together. I mean, I know she had a good time whenever we were in the bedroom in my office, fucking each other's brains out.

My Little Doll is vocal. She lets me know when she likes what I am doing to her body. It’s one of the hottest things about her.

And let me tell you, she likes what I do to her body.

“Why did you leave?” I ask, breaking the silence.

Giselle turns her head and gives me a dirty look. But she doesn’t answer.

Now, I’m getting more than annoyed. I’m getting pissed.

“Fine. We’ll do it your way,” I murmur, too low for her to hear me.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I drive the rest of the way to the private airport where the Viper Enterprises’ jet sits waiting for me in silence.

Little Doll still hasn’t turned towards me. She has her arms crossed. Probably cold. I am guessing due to the fact she is wearing a pitiful little excuse for a shirt.

I adjust the temperature. When I look at her again, she is biting her bottom lip.

Fuck. I want to be the one who does that.

I get a good look at her outfit once more and I narrow my eyes. She went out like that?

How many times? Who’s seen my Koukla dressed like this?

Her clothes are barely existent. I get it. We’re in Florida.

But what the fuck?

I’m going to have to have a talk with her about that. The spaghetti straps look like they might pop, freeing those big, gorgeous tits, and I am beside myself with anticipation and raging jealousy that someone else might see.

I can’t help myself, though. The temptation is too great. But even though I hit one or two potholes on purpose, the material holds out, much to my chagrin.

That’s alright.

I’ll have her back in my bed where she belongs in no time. I don’t know where Giselle got the idea I’m interested in other women, but I’m not.

How could I be? She is more than enough for me.

No, I never cheated on her. Not in thought or action. And yeah, it pisses me off she thinks that of me.

But when I think about it, it’s my fault. Really, what kind of impression have I made on this girl?

She must think I’m some kind of mindless rutting jackass. Every time I am near her, all I can think about is sticking my dick inside her tight, wet pussy.

What can I say?

We’ve got animal magnetism going for us if nothing else. But nah, that’s just me being a smartass.

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