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WARNING: G!P Bo, a little aggressiveness and smut. If you don't like, please don't read.
THE habit of waking up early is something Lauren can never get rid of. It keeps her mind fresh and energetic through out the day. The sun peeks through the window, falling on her face. Slowly, she opens her eyes, smiling happily basking on the feeling of the early morning rays falling on her face. She tries to move, but looks like the person beside her doesn't want it. The grip on her torso tightens, keeping her in place. She turns her head and a smile creeps on her lips. Lips slightly parted, glowing skin, innocent expression- in total, Bo looks so adorable while sleeping, clutching her like a teddy bear. She grabs her phone from the bedside table and clicks a picture of them. Then an idea comes in her head. She opens the video recorder and holds the phone above their faces, and starts to nudge the brunette softly.
"Bo ... Bo wake up ...", she speaks ssoftly, cooing in the brunette's ear. At first the woman grumbles lowly, showing her displeasure. And this time when the blonde again nudges her, she pulls her more closer, cuddling tightly. Lauren giggles and waves in front of the camera before shutting it down. Turns out Bo loves to cuddle. She gives the brunette a kiss on the cheek and entangles herself, with much difficulty of course. After grunting a few more, she finally rolls off. When the blonde has finished dressing, she heads off downstairs before glancing one last time at her spouse. Her spouse has again rolled back to earlier position and now clutching her pillow. Lauren lets out a laugh, and closes the door.
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Lauren is making the coffee when Bo comes into the dining room, appearing groggy and wearing only a singlet & shorts, then slumps lazily on the chair. The blonde licks her lips unconsciously. Even in her morning grogginess, her spouse looks delicious with her dreamy eyes & tousled dark tresses. Don't loose your shit, Lewis! She snaps back and focuses on stirring the coffee, scolding herself mentally. She doesn't get it why her focus is often distracted when Bo is near. But then, she doesn't want to think on this isssue.
They eat the breakfast in silence. She's sipping her tea and steals a look. Bo is busy eating like a child, and licking the spoon real clean. Based on that, she makes an assumption that the brunette might have liked the pancakes. She mentally thanks her grandma for that. She used to watch her grandma cooking, baking, making different continentals when she was a kid. It gave her a unique joy. And like this, her grandma put the passion of cooking into her.
"Tell me, Lauren", the brunette speaks out of nowhere, startling her. "You've given Gaston a full month vacation, reduced Mrs Jones's duty time to half-day, and drove Sarah away to cook in Kenzi's place. Now please tell me which spirit possessed you, so that I can ask Trick how to bind it and order it to make you do some other less-maddening & more-sensible things" The brunette is now looking at her all deadpan, scowling and bossy expression. She rolls her eyes in irritation. There's no other single day Bo can't be a jerkhead.
"Gaston is butlering you since you've moved here, that man needs some break & enjoyment. Mrs Jones has become old now, if you don't remember- she's over 6000 years, almost as Trick. And I sent Sarah to Kenzi's because that girl eats unhealthy take-outs every day, and moreover, she's my sister-in-law, for which I can't forgive myself if she burns herself with the whole apartment the day when she tries to cook by her own." True, their butler has been working non-stop since Bo has started staying alone in this mansion, a beak is must for him. Their housekeeper is old. She even asked her to get retirement, but the old woman totally loves Bo, given she was also there when the brunette took birth. Bo doesn't communicate that much with her, but in a different way she loves her back. And when it comes to their cook, the blonde prefers cooking by herself. Nevertheless, her sister-in-law badly needs a cook. The Goth can't keep eating unhealthy stuffs the rest of her life. Clearly, Lauren isn't doing anything less-maddening. Rather, it seems completely logical & decent to her.
Bo huffs and runs a hand through her hair. "Okay. I get that Gaston needs a vacation and Mrs Jones should work less time, and I think I'll be okay with that. But what about Sarah? Yes, Kenzi needs a cook. But that woman is a terrible veg-cooking freak! I can manage eating those tasteless grasses, but my sister doesn't stand a chance. You know very how much she dislikes veggies as much as she hates spiders. And I know that's why you've appointed Sarah."
"I don't see Kenzi complaining back", she hisses back.
"That's because you bribe her with muffins and cupcakes!", growls the brunette back.
"She loves them for God's sake!"
"And you take advantage of that!"
"Honestly, why do you have to be so BOSSY and JERK?!"
"Because you are equally FRUSTRATING and BITCHY!" Both of them glare at each other for a moment. The blonde then cuts their staring match and rolls her eyes. The brunette huffs back, and shoves the last piece of pancake before getting up.
"I'll be late for the office if I join your pointless argument. So next time, blondie" The brunette smirks smugly and heads to shower. Lauren scowls in utter frustration. For someone royally pain in the ass and bossy, her spouse is sometimes so childish. She shoves her own pancake inside her mouth and starts concentrating on the newspaper.
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Lauren finishes ironing Bo's suit, and lays it down on the bed. She's impressed by her handiwork, not a single crease is there on the dress. She has to do all these now, since Gaston's on vacation and Mrs Jones comes by mid-day. But to tell honestly, she doesn't mind doing household chores. It's kind of refreshing and different. She has never done these before, her duty in the Light compounds often consumed most of her time. But now she's married, and doing the housewife job.
The shower doors slide open and moments later Bo comes out. She's freshly showered, wearing only a black lacy bra and a towel wrapped around her torso, her dark tresses tousled and towel dried. All Lauren can think is ... yummy. Her eyes linger a little bit longer on those busty assests, and follow up to those delicious lips and finally to those smouldering chocolate eyes, which are looking directy at her now. She freezes, flushing rose red. The brunette is now giving a smug know-it smile, which the blonde wants to wipe it by punching so badly. Arrogant mean devil smug bastard!
She's embarrassed enough for the whole day, doesn't want further. So she flips her hair dramatically and turns to get out of the room.
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Fifteen minutes later Bo comes out all dressed in her glory, ready for the office. She checks her watch for some spare minutes and flops on the sofa of the drawing room to give a glance on the newspaper. It's her one of the habits Lauren is aware of. The blonde is cutting some fruits, but her mind is still on the earlier events. She needs to get her revenge. How can she let that asshole go by embarrassing her?! Bloody jerk cuddle-bear! Wait ... cuddle-bear? Oh yes, cuddle bear. Early morning cuddle-bear. Normally, she wouldn't have to brought up the thing, since she knows the brunette holds her while sleeping. But now, she has no other choice. She smiles evilly.
"Uh, Bo?"
"Hmm", the brunette responses still keeping her eyes on the newspaper. That's why, asshole.
"I didn't know you are such a cuddling person" The paper falls on the sofa while Bo's eyes go wide like dinner plates. Lauren smirks so sweetly. Low blow on badass reputation.
"I- how do you know- I mean- what the fuck!"
"You cuddle, so cutely", the blonde replies keeping her smiling face. The way Bo's looking at her now as if she has seen the brunette peeing outside the condo.
"I don't cuddle. It's a baby thing", hisses the succubus.
"Is that so ?" The doctor challenges and pulls out her phone from her sweatpants and connects the phone to her laptop. She opens the image viewer and turns the laptop towards the brunette. Her spouse's face goes pale in horror seeing the picture of her holding the blonde tightly.
"That's- that's photoshopped. Don't try to fool me" Bo frowns and again sets face on the paper, hiding her embarrassed face as much as she can.
"Oh really? Okay" Lauren then starts the video she recorded earlier. Bo turns her face to see. And now, her face has gone from pale to full frontal red. Her jaws are resting down on the floor.
"Photoshopped, huh?"
She tries to form words, any kind of words, even enough to bite her wife back. But looks like Eros doesn't want that. She sits there dumbfond, watching herself grunt and then again clutch Lauren more tightly. The world has stopped, and the only thing she can hear is the blonde's victorious laugh. Finally with much struggle, she recovers herself.
"You know I was sleeping at that time, and my mind was drifted in unconsciousness. You should know that very well, Doctor" The brunette replies back in her own defence.
Lauren arches an eyebrow. "Yes, you are right. Our mind is positioned to be in unconscious state during sleeping. But our brain, basically the medulla oblongata is mostly in functional state. So the things we do during that time is actually out of those of which we are habituated. And that's what grey matters are responsible for, at some point. We only get to memorise them"
Bo looks at her like a hawk, mouth agape. She's sure she saw massive flick of electric blue on those chocolate orbs. "Oh. From pissed to straight hungry. So easy", the blonde replies smugly. It's kind of really strange, but she's not to miss a chance.
"Wha-" The brunette snaps out, flushing all purple mixed with red. "I-uh. I'm geting late", she murmurs and hurries herself. She awkwardly slings her messenger bag on her shoulder and starts walking.
"Bo, wait"
"What now?" The brunette turns back. Lauren walks round to her and stands very close to her face. Without saying anything, she pulls the succubus down to a swift intense kiss. The succubus is startled at first, but holds her face with both hands returning the kiss with equal force. The blonde is pushed back on a nearby table. Their tongues collide, and lips are bitten with an aggressiveness. She can feel the heat of the brunette's core on her lower abdomen, and pulls the succubus's hips more on her abdomen. After going some more, Bo breaks the kiss, looking at her with dark hooded eyes.
"What's this for?"
Lauren gulps in fear at the question. She falls back in reality now. She doesn't know why she has kissed her, she has no freaking idea. And now the sexy bastard needs some reason. Well, fuck me. Now what are you going to say? Damn Lauren!
"Be-because you're hungry. I saw your eyes", she whispers, trying to hide her nervousness.
"O-okay" Bo nods, and nears her mouth to the blonde's. Slowly, she takes a sip. The sweet taste of Lauren enters inside her, cooling her down. It's like tasting magic nectar. She carefully breaks the flow.
Lauren opens her eyes, finding those chocolate pools staring down at her, with something unkown. But to her disappointment, the brunette shuts her eyes and entangles from her.
"I should go now" The brunette murmurs, running a hand through her neat tresses. She gives her a nod and walks out of the door, leaving a very blushing Lauren. For a moment, she processes the whole thing. Then she bites her lips, and smiles goofily.
There near the gate, the security guard Chuck gwaks at Bo while opening the gate for her car. He rarely sees his Boss smiling this big. But the brunette doesn't put him back to his place, rather smiles at him politely and pulls away. He stands there still stupidly looking at the retreating Audi. His Boss has actually smiled at him, for the first time.
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Bo walks through her office at the 23rd floor. Her employers are all staring at her. She doen't know initially, but then she realizes she's smiling like an idiot for some stupid unkown reason. Quickly her face masks into her cold & serious demeanor. All the people immediately shuffle and get back to their own work, not daring to glance further look at their boss. Her lips pull at a small self-satisfying smile while she heads into her large office.
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It's 11 am in the morning and Mrs Jones has arrived. Both she and Lauren are now at the big library of the mansion, cleaning the room.
"Lauren, my dear, can I ask you something if you don't mind?", asks the old woman while dusting off an old book.
"Sure. Feel free to ask, Mrs Jones", she replies absent-mindedly, still continuing to clean a rack.
"You know, yesterday my son came home with one of his friends, named Issac. By conversation, I told him I work here. And he got a bit desperate, asking how you were, were you okay or not. Do you know him?" The blonde's hand stops immediately without known to her, her eyes halting at one direction.
She has almost forgot Issac. She's been so busy with the new married life. She knows very well that what she did with him was so wrong, a sin. She shouldn't have done that, no one deserves that. Yet, she left him, for this marriage. At point, it's not all her fault, because she never agreed to become his girlfriend, they were just casual, like a long-term fling. He even tried to take her out in dates, asking her like dozens of times, but she felt she wasn't ready for that.
She sighs deeply. The need to tell Mrs Jones the honest truth peeks at her mind. And she truly intends to. "He and I had a long-term fling, before my marriage."
"Oh dear . . .", whispers loudly Mrs Jones, which sounds more like sympathy.
"I know I shouldn't have done this to him. He deserves better."
"Were you two involved in a relationship?"
"No . . I never agreed to went out with him in a date. But we did spend times with each other."
"Well, it's good that you two weren't in a relation. Not that I'm telling he's not a nice guy, in fact he seems one. And it's not your fault."
"You think so ?", she turns towards the good old woman. She knows her faults, but didn't expect that someone would defend her in this matter. May be she should stop coping herself.
The old woman nods at her, her lips in a gracious elegent smile. Seeing her reminds the blonde of her late grandmother.
"Thank you, Mrs Jones."
"You don't need to thank me my dear, it's only the truth" She smiles back widely. Talking with this old woman makes her happy even during a boring day. It feels like having a family within the big, lonely mansion.
She goes back to finish cleaning the rack, and proceeds next to the big reading table. Two folders lay there on the table. Bo must have been forgotten them. She often works here late night sometimes instead of working in her study. Lauren takes them and heads to her wife's office to keep those back.
"Mrs Jones, I'm going to keep these in her office. Please don't wait up for me" The old woman nods in reply.
She pushes the door of Bo's study, entering the large room. She only saw this place for a few times, that too standing beside the door, if she came for any urgent thing while the brunette was working. The room is beautiful. The walls hold dark theme, black furnished marbles adorning them. The floor is contrasting with white ones. There's a balcony to the far left with white curtains dancing on the light breeze at the sides. A big metallic desk is in the middle with plush leather chairs around it, dominating the room. Behind it is a transparent bullet-proof glass wall, giving the view of the quiet forest. The leather couch is also of black. She doesn't get why Bo is so obsessed with black & leather. But then, every thing about the brunette is awkward.
She proceeds to keep the folders in the rack, when she notices a brown-leather binded diary stacked between long folders of office purposes. For some reason, it feels unusual to her. She takes it out and flips open the first cover page.
The diary is technically, Bo's personal diary. She immediately closes it. She doesn't know the freak maintains a diary too. It's actually surprising to her. The rational part of her mind is telling her to keep the thing back at it's place, she doesn't want another battle when the brunette finds out. But somewhere very far, her irrational part urges her to see what's written, not caring for the consequences. Though, it doesn't sound fair. All is fair in war and Bo-Dennis-matters, Lewis. She pauses for a moment, staring at the thing. Letting a final breath, she opens the last page. She doesn't want to see the whole case study, just the summary will do, perhaps.
The last entry was of yesterday, might had been written last night:
I woke up at 7 as usual, finding the bed empty and cold. Lauren wakes up earlier than me, which is her habit. I don't get what's the rush to wake up so early. I wonder she watches the birds, and then prays the Sun God, like those Indians do early morning. I dismissed the uncomfortable thoughts and proceeded to go to the kitchen, where I found her making breakfast. She had shooed Sarah away to Kenz's, complainig that she needs to have a healthy diet. My sister once swore that she might had killed her Hotpants long ago if Lauren wouldn't use to offer her cookies & muffins. True, we used to live on heavenly unhealthy junks & beers. Until, blondie came, and all my happy days are over. Well, not completely though. One thing I'm happy is that blondie is hot, like real time hot & deliciously sexy, all gorgeous and other things. She might be skinny, but she has got muscles at all the right places, boobs, ass . . . oh God. I'm not planning to tell her. Honestly, telling someone will be far more than a danger. Kenz & the gang is out of question, they keep teasing me all the time. So I better write here.
We ate the breakfast in silence like most of the time. She was eating so precisely, so neatly. I wanted to go there, shove the whole plate inside her small mouth, and pour the jug of water after that. That would had made her some sense. It was so frustrating sometimes that she eats like a pegion, not scattering even a single. Her one motto: everything should be in order and food should be eaten with proper table manners. God knows what kind of family is her's. But then, I know very well. My mother-in-law is equally frustrating, but in a different way. I simply dismissed further thoughts of that evil woman and her evil daughter, and got up to have shower.
The office was very tiresome like everyday. The time turned up even bad when Ryan came to meet, regarding some 'important' deal. I knew what that slimy git's deal was. He even came up with a beautiful platinum blonde, as a gift. My succubus wanted to give up at the temptation. But deep down, I didn't know why a familiar blonde's thought came, not platinum or strawberry or sandy, just plain dark honey blonde. It was so unnerving, so frustrating. Why did she come to my mind when a hot blonde was here with an equally hot Loki? A little voice was continuously screaming inside me, pleading me not to turn at Ryan's gift. I shooed away the voice and my succubus finally won. Ryan was not good, I was finding it difficult to orgasm. I decided not to tell him, as it might hurt his ego. Instead, I sat on the chair and let the eager blonde eat me however she liked while Ryan fucked her from behind. Still, it was a bit difficult to climax. Somehow, with lots of efforts, I came. I kicked them out as soon as possible out of my office. The need of having a long, hot shower was becoming high, I didn't want any of their remnants on my body. I simply drove to Kenz's apartment and had a nice shower. She wasn't home, so it was safe for me. Otherwise, I would had got a lecture on why not to cheat on spouses. Honestly, Lauren is fine with that, she even suggested me to feed from others, all for the sake of succubus biology. Fuck her doctor advices! She doesn't know that everyone tastes bland infront of her chi. Her chi is so so tasty, so addictive, like I want to taste her all time. The feel of her mouth is almost overwhelming. God! That mouth of hers. It felt so good when I deep-throated few days ago, it was the best blowjob ever my tiger received. It tuns me so on when I see her kneeling infront me, innocent wide eyes, me inside her mouth, though it reaches only half. Sex with her is the best, which I never intend to say that to her. She's far more than irresistible. The constant need to touch her is always there. Sometimes, it gets worse for my succubus to handle. Why shouldn't it be? She wears those short gowns which displays her long legs and ass very well, my hormone level goes higher. Thanks to my controlling ability, others wouldn't have stood a chance. That's why the Taft boy was so after her, and still mocking over his misery. But he knows very well that he dare not lay even a single finger on her.
I returned home at 9. I needed a drink to process things. I could've gone home and have drinks there, but I know her presence would distract me. So, Dal was the best choice. Besides, I got to see my grandfather and have a chat. I miss Trick, like old times. But he insisted that I should keep missing him, so that the I might remember him. How am I supposed to forget my old man? He's the one who understands me better than anyone, apart from Kenz.
I walked down the hallway inside the drawing room to find Lauren deep inside the scary depths of a neurology book, which looked double the size of my thickest management book. I can't help but wonder how she's able to keep all the information of such thick books? I hardly remember anything from my MBA classes.
When she saw me, she quickly put the book on the coffee table and stood up with a smile. I had to avert my eyes, I couldn't smile back. It felt awkward to smile back. So instead, I walked upstairs to our bedroom. I could feel her aura change from bright yellow to a dim grey, and after a few minutes to red. But ignoring it, I closed the door of our bedroom and changed the clothes.
We had dinner in silence, like most of the time. I wanted to appologise for earlier, though I didn't know how she'ld take that. Hence, I dropped the idea. But then, why should I appologise? It wasn't like that I committed a big crime-not smiling back is NOT a crime, not to mention I hardly smile. I quickly shoved those thoughts and finished my dinner. One thing is for sure, she knows how to cook. She's definitely a woman, "a chef in the kitchen and a whore in the bed". Well, not whore exactly. She is not a whore, not even from any acute angle. That's just an offending phrase made by Nigella Lawson. That woman is a chef-whore, but who cares. Lauren is just wild, wild in bed- a wildness to match mine, only mine. Sure some would tell that it's definitely a wrong statement, even I'd had, if someone asked me three months ago. Boy, is she a wild cat. Who knows behind those shy eyes & innocent face, lies a beast?
But I didn't get any of that beast tonight. Her aura was constantly shifting from red to grey, no sign of orange, which indicates arousal. Nevertheless, I was full, I didn't need another feed session. Still, a girl can hope. And I kept hoping, until I heard her soft snores. I sighed, ran to the bathroom for a quick cold shower, and finally came to bed for a frustrating sleep.
The entry finishes and Lauren closes the diary. Never in her dreams she thought her spouse had such mixed feelings for her, until now. It feels good in a strange way to her now, and she's getting confused at the same time. Isabeau Dennis is a mystery, a sweet frustration & a gift from Heavens- she has come to realise. That preson is complex, having mood shifts within mere seconds, having control issues, and many more. Still, now standing inside the vast office, clothes and herself dirty, covered with dust from library, Lauren knows that she's falling for her wife. And she knows, how deep- it scares her. Still, she'll be willing to go that deep, only for Bo, her Bo.
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The meeting with Dawson Traders is within an hour, and Bo's all messed up. An important file is missing. And now all she wants is to fire her PA's stupid ass, who fortunately happens to be in a sick leave. She now regrets of granting him that leave. Working without a PA is frustrating, tiresome and most importantly-forgetting things. Then a thought comes in her mind. Might have she forgotten the file back home, she worked on it yesterday night.
That means she now needs to call Lauren. The idea is not so bad, but it's first time she's calling her while at office. Without sparing much time to think, she simply presses the button.
"Hello", comes a smooth voice from the other side.
"It's me, Bo"
"I know, the phone displays the caller ID"
Bo frowns, obviously getting more irritated. But tries to keep it at bay, she needs the file. "Good to know. Now listen, there's something important."
"Of course it is. I take that you do something else while office & buisness ?" The blonde mocks in a sarcastic tone, which makes Bo even more pissed. Control, Dennis. You know very well your wife is a crazy bitch.
"You're right. Now, the thing is- I want you to check in the library for a folder, light grey in colour. It has some important meeting papers."
"I already got it. I was about to come there to drop it."
"Thanks. But- you got it? How?"
"I was cleaning the library earlier with Mrs Jones, then found it there."
"What the hell! Who on this beautiful earth told you to go clean that 76 m long & 34 m wide room?!" Bo almost screams out. There are servants & employers in the mansion, Bo can't make out why Lauren has to be so much freak? She doesn't have any CLEAR IDEA of what her wife is.
"Calm down. It's nothing to scream on, okay? That room has spider nets hanging from each & every corner, dust almost 2 inches thick.", fumes the blonde from the other side. "And you, as irresponsible as ever, doesn't even have the common sense of at least to order any of the workers to clean it! So, it's ME only who has to look over this."
"That's because I don't have any time to play house like you!", fumes back the brunette.
"Wow. Such good observation skill. Remember, I'm STILL a doctor? One year will make no change."
"But it's enough to add some new skills inside you, playing house is one of them.", bites back Bo with an easy smlie when hears the heavy angry sigh of her wife.
"Bloody arrogant controling bastard ..." She laughs out when she hears the blonde's curse from the other side. She loves to rile her up, no doubt.
"Oh why, thank you. It's an honor to hear my controlling praises from you, Dr Lewis." The brunette speaks out in a sweet voice giggling, which she's sure, is pissing Lauren more.
"Oh, like what?", asks the blonde in a mocking voice from the other side. The question makes Bo rise an eyebrow, and she looks back at the phone.
"Say, I can even hold back an orgasm, no matter how intense it is, even before few minutes or at some, like, interview, exam, meeting etc. . . the list goes on.", says the brunette smugly.
"It only takes a good blow to knock your control off."
"Is it ?"
"Mark my words." The blonde says out proudly in a challenging tone.
"Hmm .. Is that a challenge, Mrs Dennis?"
"If you say so, yes."
"Hmmm. . We'll see . . . Be careful, sweetheart, because no matter how good your blows are, this time your opponent is Bo Dennis.", murmurs the brunette huskily, earning a gasp from the other side. "I'll send someone to fetch the file within 20 minutes."
"No need. I AM coming to bring it.", says the blonde in somewhat shaking voice.
"Okay, no problem. Be quick. The meeting is within an hour." And she hangs up. Letting out a huff, she proceeds to drink some water. She definitely needs it.
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Lauren stares at the phone for a while, and gulps in her own. She assumes of what the 'blows' Bo talked about earlier, though she said it with innocent meanings. May be married life isn't so bad.
Twenty minutes later
Lauren stares at the mirror to check for the last time. She's showered, done her hair, took her time. And here she is, dressed in a blue half-sleeved halter-neck low cut top with a matching blue pencil skirt, almost two inches above her knees. A tight small waist coat hugs her top body. Her blonde curls are up in a messy bun, some semi-curly strands at the sides of her face. No much make-up, only some kohl & mascara to give her hazel eyes a smoky effect and some pink lip gloss on her lips. Instead of black pumps, she chosed a pair of black flats, with straps curling on her long lower legs. A pair of silver earrings matching with her silver necklace completes her look.
Yep. You definitely look like Dani Daniels from 'The Whore of Wall Street'. At least, Bo would think of it.
She slaps her conscious mind before she regrets. The bastard has thrown a challenge, so shall it be.
When she reaches the library to Mrs Jones, the old woman raises her eyebrows in surprise. But when Lauren said that she's going to lose a certain control freak's control, the elder Fae simply smiled and gave her blessings. No wonder she's been laughing inside witnessing all these childish activities of the kids.
Lauren comes out with confident strides, holding the folder and her phone in one hand. She calls out for the driver, who's leaning on the Audi and reading some newspaper. The poor man has to stumble on his feet twice upon seeing his Boss's wife. Somehow wiping his drool, he manages to open the car door while watching the goddess slip inside the car. As he starts the car and pulls out, he keeps stealing glances.
But to his unfortunate luck, the privacy door slides up. Lauren on the other hand laughs inside at her driver. By judging the poor man's ogling, she takes the cue that she's got the green signal. Slipping on her Ray-Bann wayfarers, she casts her glance on the beautiful day outside.
Sure, Dennis. We'll see . . .
I don't know how to appologise, and I'm truly ashamed. I know no excuse should be accepted as valid, but I have to tell you that my bloody good-for-nothing laptop had declared himself for a vacation and decided to go without taking permission. May be he was tired of the heavy workload I give on him lols ;)
I hope you all forgive me. And I once again thank to all my lovely readers and supporters who stood beside me during some chaos while I was absent. I have read everything, and seen everything. And the appology is accepted(we know how to forgive and forget, after all, Gandhi ji ne sikhaye hain).
I'll try to be back as soon as possible. Please review and let me know. :)
Love you all,
TheAgni x.
P.S- A lovely reader asked me about the thing of Lauren being older than Bo. Okay so here you see my friend, I prefer the older ones when it comes to girls. I really have a thing for older ladies, and it's a fascination! What can I say, a 20-years old can dream *wink* *wink* ;)
P.P.S- If you minus the North India, there's only 4 left-
1. North-west: many are not fond of khakras and dhoklas so often, not to mention the annoying fat people we are from too much ghee :p
2. North-east: peoples, especially the Northerns(sorry) hate us, even leading to some cruel deaths, only because of our appearance. Well, aren't we human beings? :(
3. South: we are boring people, not giving/taking bribes in marriage. Most of us are dark in complexion. People are scared of our strict culture and rich rituals. It'll be a case of Two States. :|
4. Middle: the dawats we give are tastiest would've ever tasted. But many are there who can't prefer beef over veggies. Dharam and imaams are a thing to be looked upon. *o*
What's your opinion? I can be from any of these three ;) [Chill, nothing to be taken seriously. There will be time for everything :)]