Konig😍

Koenig did not take his eyes off the clock, he was unnerved by every movement of those damn hands that only moved forward, intensifying his anger. two hours. two fucking hours, a bottle of rum running low, and all because of her. the colonel knew, oh, he knew perfectly well, that she wanted nothing from him except his money and his body. She did not hide her indifference to his feelings, using them as the little devil pleased. the waiters no longer hesitate to cast distrustful, even mocking glances at him, wondering how he can sit without leaving the restaurant for the second hour. Isn't it clear that his lady doesn't want to see him? his hands ball into fists and he throws his head back in despair, knowing for sure that he will rip her apart tonight as soon as he catches her. but before Koenig could get up from the table to go in search of her, her silhouette appeared: moving with such seductive curves, charming only with a poisonous look in which not a drop of remorse could be read.

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