He frowned as helooked at the strange symbols that wrapped around the edge of the cover.Taking another sip of his coffee, he slowly opened the book, b...linking asa yellowed scrap of paper fell from between the pages. Gathering thepaper from the floor, he paused to open it, finding a curling scriptinside:"To whomever finds this note: All choices that you make carry a pricethat must be paid, choose wisely" I wonder who left this in here..." he muttered to himself as he turnedto the first page,. I never knew it could be so good. My hands couldn't seem to find a place to stay. One minute they were caressing his forearms, the next they were desperately gripping the mattress or above my head, squeezing the headboard slats. All the while, Keith's cock was driving into me, shaking the bed to the floor."You feel so good in me, baby. Oh Keith, your cock feels sooo good!"He wasn't hurting me at all, but I figured I'd pay for this in the morning…or the drive home! He didn't say much while he. Hoping she would forgive him he strode towards the VIP lounge and out to the car waiting to sweep him home. Walking through the VIP corridor out to the exit a few hardy photographers took photos, and unlike his normal self he scowled at them, angry at their part in revealing his liaison with the make up girl to the world and ultimately to Lisa. Settling back into the leather of the car seat he told the driver, ‘Forget taking me home, take me to Grand Drive in Bromley, South London.’ He was. Really, Zara? Give the speech you just gave and then cave twenty minutes later and go pick the girl up?I grumbled all the way to her door and knocked quietly.“Blake, get the door!” I heard from inside.“Someone's at the door?”“I just heard a knock! Go get it, will you?”“Yeah, yeah,” Blake said, and a few seconds later the lock clicked and the door opened. “Hi,” she said breathlessly.“Glad you didn't answer in your underwear this time,” I said with a smirk.She batted her pretty lashes at me.“Come.