Please Be Gentle With Me Mr Grant

Deep at night, in a certain presidential suite.

Blanca Roach was sprawled on a soft bed, her head spinning.

She didn’t think the alcohol was this strong.

“I’ll ask you one more time. Where did you get this jade pendant?” The man stood at the bedside, looking down at her from on high.

Blanca’s eyes opened slightly, looking at the man before her. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol talking, but he was just too handsome.

With chiseled features, a deep gaze, and a cool face like it wanted for nothing, this was the most handsome man she’d ever seen in her life.

Since she was about to die, Blanca felt that it was worth living for twenty years now that she could experience this sort of pleasure before her death.

She stood up, hugged the man’s waist, and smiled faintly at him. “You want to know how I got that pendant? Then you’ll have to please me first…”

The man’s face showed clear impatience as he pushed her off, frowning.

Blanca, though, grabbed him by his necktie and pulled forcefully, and both of them collapsed onto the bed.

around his neck and brought her mouth onto the man’s slightly

she shyly but passionately kissed the

was the hottest night in their life

*****

next morning, her body ached so bad,

she saw single-use slippers and a large double bed. It was

took off her covers and looked over

and sighed. She was one “lucky” gal

live. She’d come all the way to Oakshire in search of

to see them again before she died, but she’d searched for several days and turned up

and she’d gone in that bar to drink her sorrows away, but some perverted guy had tried to get

ugly, then stumbled into the arms of a certain glacier-like man, who’d

happened

what it

looked at her purse. How could she have

with her in the purse, both to record her journey in seeking her parents, and