I glanced at Grant and quirked a brow. I knew those coffees would pass through him easily. "I was thirsty" was the response he gave me, shrugging a ...shoulder. We went to his living room and sat down on the sofa.A few minutes pass and Grant looks at me, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. "I have to pee." he announced.I chuckled softly. "No. You're not allowed." Grant nodded and remained on the sofa where we sat watching movies. His right foot began to bounce. "I need to pee." Again I. The man on the other side of the wall was moaning and groaning, his fists colliding with the wall here and there, and I knew he was close.“Let me have my fun, Mi. You trying to dissuade yourself and me from this situation will not help us. Give in, Mi. I get what I want during sex.” I forced her back, trying to take control.She fought back, a resistance inside my mind, like a wall holding me back from my cognitive functions. I tried, really, with everything I had, to take control of my mind and. “How about Kushal? He is a sweet boy. He will understand when we tell him. And we can keep it within the family, too,” my disoriented mother said, with a rejuvenated sense of happiness. She was suggesting my elder cousin brother, to get the ‘job’ done.“Why don’t you try talking to him, Karthik? You are close with him,” she further added. My mom was just not going to forget her wish easily. She wanted it so badly, she was not at all concerned about the possible consequences.Exactly like my mom. "Uh, good to meet you, too," replied Barry, taken aback by the strengthof his own reaction to Stark.Though he had heard rumors, Barry was still stunned by the sheer powerof Stark's presence. He was six foot ten tall, physically imposing, andas charismatic as hell. He was handsome, with long dark hair and neatlytrimmed beard, had piercing blue eyes that seemed to look into yoursoul, and the kind of voice people would follow anywhere. It was easyto see why he attracted so many followers,.