GoodNovelChapter 86 I carefully peel off my jeans, the denim feeling like rough sandpaper against my skin. The relief when they finally hit the floor is instantaneous.
I reach for my trusty flannel pajamas, praying they will offer scomfort. Sighing at the relief of nothing chafing, I am about to climb into bed when a knock sounds at the door. Soren tells them to enter. I realize it is the bags from the car. The maid places them by the door before wandering out, and a smile splits onto my face. "Hey, I know how you can make it up to me!" I call over my shoulder as I move to retrieve the bag I'm looking for. Soren, still chuckling, follows me, perplexed.
"Anything," he says, but his voice trails off as he watchesdig through the shopping bags I brought home. My hand closes around the waxing pot I purchased, and I turn, a triumphant grin on my face. His eyes widen as I brandish the pot like a trophy.
"Anything but that!" he backs away, shaking his head. "No!" he adds firmly.
"Oh yes," I insist, stepping closer. "You said anything." He makes a break for it, but I'm quicker-fueled by the fiery motivation of revenge, I tackle him onto the bed. He shrieks like a girl clawing his way out from under me, but I grip his pants so as he slides off the bed, he is left only in his boxers.
Chapter 86 17248 Vigel Soren gets to his feet and makes a dash for the door. Only when he reaches for it, we both pause, hearing his mother's voice outside, and he turns, his eyes land on the bathroom, and he beelines for them, but I pounce on him like a spider monkey. I cling to his back, and he thrashes silently, knowing his mother will crushing in here if he makes too much noise. Unable to throwoff without hurting me, he falls backward on the bed, my pot of wax skittering across the plush carpet.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"No, I refuse!" he says, jamming his fingers in my ribs while I try to wriggle out from under him.
"We had a deal, so you'll take it like my fanny did!" I snap at him. He becomes deadweight on top of me, squashing the air from my lungs.
"I'm not moving!" he tellswhile I thrash beneath him. He laughs as I try to escape his weight, giving up. I lay like a starfish, trying to catch my breath.
"You given up yet?" "Never!" I tell him, biting the back of his shoulder. He jolts and roars, jerking upright.
"You just bit me!” he snaps as I climb off the bed, retrieving the ready-made wax and strips from the floor.
He looks at his shoulder before noticingsneaking closer. "I said no!" he tells me.
"Either I wax you while you're awake, I wait for you to sleep, and I will wax your head!" he glares.
"What will it be?" I ask him.
O "All the women in this place have gone mad. I am king!" "About to be a hairless one!" I retort.
"Fine!" He falls back on the bed and folds his arms across his chest, glaring at the ceiling. "I swear if you tell a soul about this, I will... I will think of something!" he threatens, and I giggle, moving toward him.
I climb on the bed and pin his legs between mine. He sits up slightly, and I yank at his boxers, only to pause when confronted by the considerable sight of his manhood. A moment of hesitation flickers through me-he dareswith a raised eyebrow to continue while my face flames at the closeness of it near my face.
"No, not that," I decide, my eyes scanning for a less intimidating target.
His chest, I rip his shirt open before he can argue, the buttons popping off-perfectly hairy and far less daunting. I slap a strip onto his chest. "People will see that!” he snarls at me. I smile.
"It's not that bad. Be thankful I am not touching your family jewels; they'd be calling you King one nut!" Then rip it off with all the vengeance I can muster.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe lets out a squeal so high-pitched that Damian bursts into the room, thinking his brother is being tortured. "What's-oh," he stops, taking in the scene.
"Get out!" Soren snarls at him, and Damian slowly backs out, muttering something about the king squealing like a girl.
Undeterred, I reach for another strip, but Soren flips our 62.00% Chapter 80 positions, pinning one hand above my head as he presses his weight against me. "Nope, you've had your fun!" I slap the next one on his chest, and he growls, snatching my wrist. "It has to coff," I taunt.
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positions, pinning one hand above my head as he presses his weight against me. "Nope, you've had your fun!" I slap the next one on his chest, an muttering something about the king squealing like a girl.
Undeterred, I reach for another strip, but Soren flips our 62.00% Chapter 80
positions, pinning one hand above my head as he presses his weight eshist against me. "Nope, you've had your fun!" I slap the next one on his chest, and he growls, snatching my wrist. "It has to coff," I taunt.
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positions, pinning one hand above my head as he presses his weight! against me. "Nope, you've had your fun!" I slap the next one on his chest, and he growls, snatching my wrist. "It has to coff," I taunt.
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