❛How ( cheeky ) of you.❜

❛Whatever it takes to win you over, sweet cheeks.❜

❛You can’t resist this face.❜

Don’t look now, but, Becky’s 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 inching a hand toward the stiffening apparentness of her crotch. While covering it with said hand, she’s also mumbling alongside a breath. . . . 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚.

❛Can’t say I’m suprised, Ronnie.❜

❛You deserve more of a plowin,’ if I say so myself.❜

As she’s said . . . A friendship like this is 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙. And that makes it 𝙛 𝙤 𝙧 𝙚 𝙫 𝙚 𝙧.

❛There’s no one I’d rather raid a kitchen with at four in the morning.❜

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙.

Thumbs up.

❛I’m 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 the face of the women’s division. You don’t like it? You can kiss my belt.❜

❛While you’ve been away, terrified to step into the square, I’ve been knockin’ every wall down that’s come along. When you’re in the man’s sights, what you 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 want to be is a wall, @bIckgrImgc.❜

❛You’ll have to excuse my French, you slimy little weasel, but my only bitch here is you, and I’ll be sure to put you in your place, by burying you at the bottom of the division.❜

❛At my worst, you’re not half of what it takes to beat me. I’ll tell you what, if you take the beating you’re deserved like a good sport, I’ll let you kiss the belt. It’s been needing a good shining.❜

❛It’s time someone crashed the Mercedes.❜

❛You spent weeks crying on your couch, while I took the profession by storm. Now, you owe me a debt, and you better believe it’ll be paid. Speaking of your ass, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?❜