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Our Last Transaction


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Our Last Transaction
By: Hxnnxhssi
A couple enjoying themselves under the full moon while imbibing hard liquor just to distress what happened to their whole day. There are a lot of images on the top of the table, and a lady had no notion about those pictures of one guy.
“What exactly do you mean by that?” ” a perplexed Freya inquired, her gaze falling on a photograph of one of Jefferson’s associates.
Deo Martin Mason, the current Chief Executive of one of the Philippines’ leading shipping businesses. Freya passed the photograph to her boyfriend, who was holding a glass of gin in his right hand.
“What is his problem?” ” a naive inquired of Freya.
“Do you want to take care of him?” he said to Freya.
Her expression couldn’t believe on her boyfriend, and thought that she was just franking of her boyfriend, but Jefferson stayed his coolness as he staring on his girlfriend who had doubts about him.
Freya giggled, and threw the picture back to the table. All of her wounds had healed, but her beauty remained, which kept her boyfriend in love with her.
“No way! Stop making jokes, Jeff,” a skeptic said.
Jefferson grinned and sat comfortably after that. “I want you to kill him naturally, so no one will know there was a murder,” he began to explain. “I knew you had the ability, and I have faith in you,” Jefferson added.
Her ears perked up when she heard words from her boyfriend she hadn’t heard in a long time; she was flattered by those comments, but Freya still had doubts, but when she looked at him, she saw nothing but seriousness.
“You want me to kill his lovely life on earth because of what he fucking done to you?” Freya inquired, curious to learn more about the situation before accepting her boyfriend’s offer.
She will not move unless she has a valid reason, thus she must first obtain information. Freya gets up from her seat and walks up to Jefferson, who is staring at her. She felt terrific because Jefferson had put his trust in her this time, and she was confident that he wouldn’t take those words back.
He took a sip from the shot glass, looked at Freya with glee, and then took his girlfriend’s hand to ask her to sit on his lap. They begin flirting in the quiet and expansive area of Jefferson’s house. Jefferson began teasing Freya’s lips. Because of the couple’s heat, a dark and chilly night begins to burn with flames.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Jefferson invited Freya, who couldn’t take his gaze away from her soft skin.
Freya was like a narcotic to him; once you’ve tried it, there’s no way out except to get addicted to her scent and presence.
“Who was Deo Martin before that? ” Freya inquired, her boyfriend continuing to touch every inch of her.
“Let’s chat about him after—” She closed her boyfriend’s lustful lips with her index finger.
“I want...


to know about him first,” Freya says, “and what your purpose is, and what he did to my Love.”
Jefferson inhales deeply and scratches his head.
“After that, you can take me all night,” Freya added. “I just don’t think this is your cunning plan to lure me into your bedroom and make me forget about what happened last time,” Freya grins at her boyfriend.
She returns to her seat and waits for Jefferson to begin speaking.
He defended himself by saying, “Last time, there was no specific plan.”
“Who cares, Dude!”
“He’s the main reason why I’m alone,” Jefferson tells a story from his pass.
Freya had no idea about Jefferson’s past, for he had a lot of traumas from his past life, and the wound in his heart was still there, bleeding and suffering; no one, not even Freya, could heal it.
“Why did my mother die, and why did I suffer?! ” Every word he spoke was tinged with deep rage and unhealed anguish.
Freya looked at Jefferson with sympathetic eyes and held his hand as she saw the pain in his eyes. She was aware of Jefferson’s feelings for his mother, but she is unaware of what transpired.
“They took everything from us, including our happiness and our freedom to live in peace! ”
Jefferson tightened his fist and drained every last drop of liquor from his shot glass.
“They kill my mother!”
Jefferson does not want to discuss this, but Freya has heard about what happened to Jefferson’s mother. And now she understood his fury and how determined he was to destroy Deo Martin.
“F**k you, Mason!” ” he exclaimed.
Freya ran to Jefferson and hugged him from behind to calm him down, as she forced his boyfriend to explain his reasoning, and as she witnessed how much agony Deo Martin caused Jefferson, she believes it is a valid reason to accept his offer. She hugged Jefferson passionately, as though to assure him that he is not alone because of her.
“You’re not alone,” Freya whispered. “Maybe I am not the medicine in your wound, but I’ll be your doctor, a way to heal your pain,” a worried girlfriend said to her boyfriend.
Jefferson stepped up and gave Freya a serious look. “Let’s go upstairs,” he said as he took Freya’s hand and led her upstairs to his room. A dark room began to heat up as Jefferson kissed Freya, both of them overcome with emotion. Freya let her boyfriend to touch her body till they climbed into bed with relentless french kisses, burning hands, and a burning body. In the middle of love war, Freya trying to stop Jefferson from kissing him.
“What’s the catch before we go any further?” “A naughty lady inquired of her boyfriend in the midst of the thrill.”
Jefferson pressed his face against Freya’s ear and told her something that drove her insane for the rest of the night.
“I will marry you if you complete your mission successfully.”


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