A Little Bit Dirty By Willow Winters Novels & Stories

"Ms. Anderson!" Willow approached them slowly. Seeing this, Jenna snapped, "What do you want?" "I wasn't talking to you, Mrs. Farrow." Willow flashed Jenna a wry smile before handing the gift bag she'd been carrying to Kelly. "Ms. Anderson, Arthur and I will visit you and Mr. Collinsworth in a few days. But seeing as I've run into you here, I got you a small gift. I hope you'll like it." Willow was wearing a white jacket and carried herself with confidence and grace. She had such a pretty face, too, and was polite. Kelly liked her almost immediately. "Very well. Let us know before you visit."

THE HORNY FAMILY KIMBERLY I stood stiffly in the dimly lit toilet of the club, pressing my back against the tiled wall, trying to breathe through the chaos I could still hear from outside. The bass from the speakers pounded through the floor, the smell of sweat, alcohol, and perfume filled the air.

I couldn't even see through that little trick of Violet's. As we drove home, the lopsided smile on Violet's lips as she glanced at me didn't leave my head. She was making a jest of me. She must be inwardly saying that I lost while she won. "Babe, I told you Violet isn't who you think she is. She is callous and wouldn't mind resorting to dirty tricks just to get what she wants." Willow mumbled beside me, grabbing my arm. For an unknown reason, I was disgusted by her. Her voice irked me, and her scent made my stomach churn. How could somebody be so foolish? She was so obsessed with the bag that she didn't know when to stop. She couldn't even see through a woman's plan when she was one.

He walked away without saying another word. Willow changed into Ava's grey off-the-shoulder dress with long sleeves and a flowing long skirt after cleaning herself in the modest washroom attached to the room. When she looked in the mirror, she thought the dress belonged in a fairytale. She untied her hair from the bun, allowing it to fall in waves down her back. As she stepped out of the room, she noticed Wes standing near the shelf with a book in his hand. "So...what do we do now?" She asked, lightly pressing the skirt.

I said to myself. I forced myself to stand up from the bed and pulled off the bed sheets stained with my blood. I was still fully naked. I felt so much pain in my thighs and vagina as I came down from the bed. I folded the bed sheets and took it to the bathroom, then soaked it in water. Then I turned on the shower to take my bath again. While in the shower, I roughly scrubbed my body parts that Antonio touched but I didn't still feel clean. I still felt dirty, unclean and used.

Patrick annoyingly carried out his tea cup by himself, as Loveth was wasting his time, and he saw his mother frown. Willow wondered how the Andersons would employ such a beautiful maid. Her cute round face and shining black eyes irritated her. She was also a billionaire's daughter, and her father was high and mighty as the Andersons. Willow didn't like the new maid, and it was obvious. She watched the maid approach her with a faint smile on her face, and she saw the maid sweating as she brought out her own tea cup and placed it on the dining table in front of her.

"No, I haven't. I don't have anyone, didn't I tell you before?" "So you don't have a boyfriend?" "Is that part of your investigation?" Shawn just shook his head and smiled again. "I'm sorry." The detective never meant to be rude. But who wouldn't be attracted to a woman like Willow? She had a well-proportioned body with an exotic tan. Back-length wavy hair the color of chestnut, which she always wore in a bun, revealing the free nape of her neck. Willow is different from most women in town. She moved to the outskirts of Seattle in search of a new life and peace. Peace that lasted only six to seven years. And now her life was shattered again.

This isn't the first time I have come home in the wee hours of the morning smelling like booze and cigarettes, and I am sure it won't be the last. I push the door to my bedroom open, unprepared for what I see. Willow is lying face down on the bed without her top on. Deep gashes cover her back where Nat had caught her with her claws. Walking to the bedside, I brush a piece of hair out of her face. She is sleeping peacefully.

I’m tired and vaguely hungry and in desperate need of another shower, but I just want to sleep for a million years. Willow joins me. She crawls up next to me and lies on her side, facing me. “Spill,” she says. I open my mouth to deny everything, but I end up telling her the whole story. Even the most embarrassing parts about Steele and Greyson in the locker room. I leave out the gritty details, like them both coming on my face… “Jeez,” Willow whispers. “No wonder you’re tired.” “Yep,” I agree. We both doze after that and wake up when her phone goes off. She blindly reaches for it behind her, finally finding it and bringing it in front of her face. She swipes it open, reads something, then to

Willow starts to walk down the stairs wearing a black mini dress, red high heels, red dangly earrings and a denim jacket. Her long light brown hair curled and free flowing. She was always a natural beauty and it pained me to see her dressed in such a sexy way. I had known Willow since I met Jeremy at secondary school. She was always a bit of a book worm, but she was starting to come out of her shell a bit. She was the Princess of the Pack and had watchful eyes on her wherever she went. I have a feeling security was not informed of tonight’s outing and the girls were hoping to sneak out without being caught. “Hi Brett.” Willow beamed as she looked up meeting my gaze. “You both watching the fo