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August 9 - August 9, 2023
Wanting this job done and over with, and hoping the short cupcake of a vampire standing there didn’t attack him, he stomped forward and grabbed hold of Ned’s neck with his right hand. Before the man had any chance to defend himself, Harlow slammed the guy face-first into the wall.
Anyway, how is said human partner, by the way? Have you met him?” his friend asked as he brought the glass back to his lips. “Oh, my Goddess, he is so hot!” Foxx blurted in excitement. “I really want to ride him!”
“Okay, but hear me out. He wears leather, kind of dresses like a biker…and he’s big. Like six-foot-four, and he is a silver fox! I’m talking, at least in his early forties. Unfortunately, the whole working together thing kind of prevents the whole sleeping together thing…and…he just may be straight, which is a pity.” Foxx coughed and quickly added in a much softer voice, “And he might be a psychopath, but really, that’s such a small, unimportant detail.”
Foxx glared. “Why are we friends?” “Because I give you unlimited cuddles, and I put up with you. And maybe I sort of love your cute ass, despite how much you like to put it in danger.” Foxx's eyes narrowed, but he still flopped over to cuddle into Alastair’s side. He did, however, grumble as he did it.
“Foxx! Stop. Just stop. Let me be perfectly clear. I’m not your friend. I’m not anyone’s friend. I have friend-like acquaintances. No actual friends. I don’t like people. Any type of people. I’m a loner. I like quiet. I don’t like talking. I hate chit chat. And this situation right now is being forced on me. So, whatever thoughts you had coming into this, discard them. We will not be friends. At most, we will be coworkers who tolerate each other breathing. The best bet we have of working well together is if you stop trying whatever the hell this is and just do the work efficiently and, more
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This actually made me emotional... I'm Such a pussy lol
“Oh, no, no. You don’t get to ‘look’ me!” Foxx hissed, pointing his finger accusingly at Harlow. “What’s wrong now, Mr. Too Good To Be My Friend?! I did what you asked. You said no talking. I haven’t talked for hours! So, what? What could possibly be wrong now?! Hmm? What?! Don’t like being ignored? Gee, who would have thought, the one who loves to barely answer questions with single-word answers, doesn’t like being ignored? Well, tough shit, old man. This is what you wanted. This is what you get!”
Gosh. I love him.
Foxx was bundled up nice and warm, dreaming of frolicking in a fountain of blood, when a sound pulled him from sleep.
“Foxx, let me—” He choked on his words, eyes widening at the sight of Foxx standing there in a pair of leather pants, looking at himself in the larger mirrors outside the dressing rooms. The vampire was holding up his sweater, revealing a tiny waist and a drool-worthy, thick, biteable ass. Handfuls—a total bubble butt—just a big, juicy, fat ass. Finest ass he had seen in a long while—damn! His cock hardened fully as he stared for way longer than he should have.
“God, one day, I’m just going to breed you. Fill you up, again and again, and make you drip with my seed. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, brat?”
Foxx glared at Harlow. The man was sitting there, legs spread, looking hot—the audacity.
Protect your ass,”
Wow. What a lovely thing to say. Lol
Foxx stared, dumbstruck. Was this fucker serious? “You can’t be serious. You can’t. Like, I get that those morons behind you buy this nonsense. But come on now, do I look like an idiot to you?” Then it struck him. “Oh, you’re a moron too, aren't you? Out here believing your own bullshit.”
