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I loved my mother, but she died when I was seven I reentle hands, and the s production of it "Eso es el mejor cafecito en todo el mundo" The best little cup of coffee in all the world
I’ve never been in love with a ave thee they provided , food, a decent standard of living But I didn’t love them or any other enial, friendly, affectionate, but that’s not love
At soun to think of Enrique as different I’m not sure exactly why Maybe it was the class difference He seeal, like royalty Maybe it was just this connection, the whole bloodslave thing
The funny part, I seemed to have the better half of the deal Here I lived in a fabulous Manhattan penthouse I wore designer clothes I ate steak and lobster with a handsoenuinely care abouthunted by Coloood With Lia gone I enjoyed myself, hly enjoyed sipping two hundred dollar a bottle Sangiovese in ly at my master
I don’t think he loved me, but I had fallen in love with hiht It’s the only explanation I can come up with for the jealous reaction he inspired I’ve never been jealous before, you have to give a shit about so There’s no way Enrique could feed solely fro I knew this, understood it, but it really bothered me to watch
He was so damn slick about it No one else noticed when he took the cute little waitresses’ hand and bit down on her It looked like one of those courtesy hand-kissing gestures He had that old world grace, like an aristocrat of Europe, born to rule over the peasantry I had to sit and watch as the wo table Adht flush of color and a s noise I usually clawed and screamed at him like a madwoman The waitress had a considerably more subdued reaction
After dinner we took a taxi to Jahtclubs in New York
"I thought I was supposed to be staying under the radar?" I chided hie to your hair"
I guess I look different enough for Enrique to feel safe about hitting the nightclubs within the VIP section He went out like this often, hunting He had to feed froular basis I can’twith a whole group of girls I had to put up with Enrique biting two other woive an orgas his crotch and kissing hirabbed onto the cute brunette grinding on me, and made out with her, just to prove I could have anyone I wanted
I hadn’t proven anything to anyone My non-existent willpower broke a few minutes later and I attacked Enrique I really don’t enjoy being jealous It’s petty and childish, and it makes me feel like sos
"It’smy arms around his neck, an open invitation for the bite which had cohtly life
My first bite of the night Enrique had been true to his word, providing syringes loaded with veno needs Consequently, he could refrain fro me till later, around ten or eleven The injection was actually a lot stronger punch than the slow absorption of venom from his bite, very intense It did the job, but didn’t feel the sa in his ar loudly and grabbing his cock while the fast-paced clubheartbeat If I wasn’t in love with him, I most certainly loved his bite, so what’s the difference?
As I spasunderwear, sonized Enrique and wasn’t very happy to see hirabbed my attention because of the uncoh a little buzzed froirlfriend get frisky with Enrique a ued over it, and she broke up with hi to propose to her He blamed Enrique for the loss of his fiancée Frouy was an asshole and had created his own problem But I doubt he’d listen to ht behind Enrique The hed over three hundred pounds, several inches taller than Enrique He looked like a professional wrestler, the kind of client I’d charge double si, black, andsense to hi, too inebriated
He had an empty beer bottle cocked back to ss I pulled down hard, droppinghiet him out of the path of that beer bottle
As we hit the plush red bench seat in our VIP booth, Enrique reacted with a freaky, whip-fastbad man had committed to his attack The beer bottle hit home where Enrique had been a second earlier, which also happened to be h my shoulder, collarbone, and upper ar lass Enrique’s s, black wrestler damn near laid on top of one in the blink of an eye