Natasha
Why the hell do you think I do this? So a bunch of inbred mouth breathers can cheer for me, want an autograph or to get in my pants? Get real! Money. Simple as that. That's all I care about and if these losers want to keep losing so I make as much as I need, great. You want to judge me? Judge me. Assume what you want. My real reasons are my own and none of your business. I have my own finish line.
Read More"Yeah, sure." Natasha shrugged with a grin. "I mean, why not? It's not like I got anything better to...
I chuckle. "Ah, I'm not here for that... but I'll tell you what. If you want a bet on the race, if y...
"Well... that's quite the offer." She paused, raising an eyebrow as she considered what was on the t...
With a heavy heart and leaden limbs, she walks into her home with Gravy, silently guiding him to whe...
I shake my head, but Natasha whispers that she wants to repay me for my care. She takes my hand, lea...
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she leads Gravy into her bedroom, the gesture feeling both i...