Novels by Gracey Margaret

After another long, heated night with Pressure, Chelle sat under the shower, He was paying her more than enough now — enough to make her quit every other client and focus only on him. But as the water ran down her skin, the thought hit harder than the heat: she was more than this. “$hy Pus,” she whispered — the nickname she’d made from “shy pussy.” The name the streets gave her. It used to make her laugh, now it made her basic. She couldn’t keep doing this forever. She had dreams and goals . She had a degree in Business Administration, a sharp mind for numbers and strategy, and the kind of intuition that could spot a good deal before it even existed. She wanted to become a business consultant and work in an office She sighed and thought about Daisy. Her little sister was almost done with her nursing degree now. “That’s something I did right,” she thought. She was proud . But as she sat there, she realized she wanted more than survival. She wanted , purpose — maybe even love. A

Oh, this Givenchy looks amazing, don’t you think, madam?” the store manager gushed, trailing after Lilian Royce like a lost cat “Do you have it in peach?” Lilian asked coolly, not even sparing him a glance as she ran a manicured finger across a rack of silk.“Oh of course!” he said quickly, snapping his fingers for his assistant to fetch it. “And what other styles would you like to see, ma’am?”Lilian sighed softly, her tone carrying that elegant boredom only wealth could afford. “I’m not quite seeing anything amusing me here. I think I’m getting tired of fashion itself.”The manager froze, unsure whether to laugh or panic. But before he could respond, a voice drifted in bold and charming “I’m guessing you haven’t tried animal prints,” it said. “I know it’s not exactly ‘rich’ or ‘classy,’ but sometimes it’s okay to go a little wild.”Lilian turned, mildly intrigued — and there she was.A flawless young woman stood a few feet away, her beauty almost cinematic. Ice-blue eyes that caug

Chelle slammed the door behind her so hard the frame rattled. Her bag hit the couch next, followed by her voice sharp and furious “You will not believe what happened today!” she snapped, pacing the living room like thunderDaisy looked up from her laptop, startled. “Whoa, what happened ?”“I almost killed someone today !” Chelle threw her hands in the air. “Easy Mohammed Ali” daisy replied “Some rich jerk in a suit nearly made me lose my mind on the road today. My cab driver tried to cheat me, and when I stood my ground, guess what the almighty Ken doll in the back seat did? Rolled down his tinted window and decided not to mind his Danm business !”Daisy blinked. “Ken doll?”“Yes! He looked like one of those corporate barbies slick hair, wristwatch that probably costs my rent for a year, that stupid calm expression like the world revolves around him!” Chelle fumed, dragging her fingers through her hair. “And the worst part? He actually said, ‘You’re too beautiful to act like this.

For the umpteenth time, Mom, I’m not ready,” Simon said, leaning in to plant a light kiss on her cheek. He straightened her diamond brooch, then stretched his arms slightly. Two maids immediately stepped forward to fasten the gold cufflinks on his tailored shirt.“And who exactly do you think you’re telling that?” his mother, Lilian Royce, asked with a sharp arch of her brow. Her voice carried that perfect elegance — the kind that could silence an entire boardroom. “Your father would be rolling in his grave right now.”Simon chuckled. “Mom, you look rather dashing today, you know?” He winked, knowing she’d catch his attempt to deflect.“Oh, please,” Lilian scoffed, rising from the chaise lounge. “You’re trying to change the subject again. Do something about this loneliness of yours before I do it for you.”She glided out of his massive bedroom — a space lined with dark mahogany, oil paintings, and artifacts that looked like they belonged in a museum. Every inch of the room whispered

To get herself more in the mood, she gulped down a half glass of brandy and shivered as it warmed her frame. Going into her"office," Chelle lit her Wine and Roses candle, dimmed the lights, and relaxed on the makeshift pallet surrounded with pillows.Feeling a bit horny, she got comfortable with her laptop open and got on her favorite porn site. She knew she needed to get herself off first before talking to anyone. Of all the categories she could choose from, watching a man, jack off was her favorite.It was something about the way they moaned while stroking their veiny dicks, talked dirty to the camera, and shot their nut out with so much force that always got her off. If she had a man, he’d know not to send a dickpicture to help her make it through her day– he’d send a video and groan her name while spilling his seed onto the lens.Thanks to her vibrator, , that suctioned her clit at just the perfect speed, she came in no time and had to catch her breath and bearings. It never took