Abby Ginny And Georgia Novels & Stories

Georgia said, leaning down towards me, looking at the mark on my face. “Grey is going to be pissed,” she mumbled looking at Rebecca. “I know, I know,” Vicky sighed. “Don‘t engage with Madalynn. We can‘t lose the alliance.” Georgia rolled her eyes as I stood up. She followed us past Madalynn.

And, I'm still standing at the grand entrance with papou, giagia on the side, shaking and welcoming every guest with a smile and my jaw was already numbed. After several minutes, I spotted Georgia with a group, coming towards us. I was surprised to see her here. From behind the two couples was her dad, and mom, Mr. Alexander, and Mrs. Claire Costas. Georgia was smiling to me, her eyes glistening. She looks stunning with her red shimmering bodice-beaded chiffon gown with spaghetti straps. "Alexander! Claire!" My papou exclaimed and gave them a hug. So as my giagia. Alexander was in his mid-50s and Claire was about her 50. Georgia looks more like her mom.

Georgia was watching them while she was accommodating a client. During their break, Georgia approached Heart. “Hey, let’s talk.” Georgia grabbed Heart’s arm. Annie was dumbfounded as she did not know how they became close. She was left out as Heart apologized to her and went out with Georgia. Annie was watching them together. ‘Why are they so close? And how was that possible?’ Annie thought and wondered why. She thought that it was suspicious.

Her tall frame and strikingly handsome features made many people around steal glances. Georgia couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow." Cynthia got out of the car. "Gina, what are you doing here?" Gina shot Georgia a flirtatious wink before wrapping an arm around Cynthia's waist in an overly affectionate manner. "Obviously, I was waiting for you, babe." Cynthia pushed her away. "Enough." Unfazed, Gina turned to Georgia, draping an arm over her shoulders. "Beautiful lady, are you single? Can I be your boyfriend?"

He stands there for a minute before he walks out of the break room. Wait for it, wait for it... "This is the second week since he has stopped eating lunch here." Zoe combs her red hair with her fingers. "The same pattern with her old assistant, she is totally sleeping with him," Jody says. Mrs. Abrams -the Chief Financial Officer of Reach Media- has had over three male assistants over two years and she is rumored to have slept with all of them. Gavin is her latest conquest. "Her poor husband," Malik interjects in their conversation.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

Our eyes met, and I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight. It was Georgia Monroe. My student. The quiet, brilliant, curvy girl who had been distracted in my class lately. The one I had been worried about. The one I had told was beautiful. She was SIN. The famous masked stripper who had the entire club wrapped around her finger. Shock hit me like a punch to the gut. My grip tightened on the glass until my knuckles turned white. My heart raced. My mind spun with a thousand thoughts at once. Georgia, my sweet, innocent looking student was stripping at this club. Showing that incredible body to strangers. Dancing like she was trying to escape something.

As she scrubbed her body, she heard traces of their laughing voices and she decided to hurry up a bit, eager to join them. Soon, she finished and quickly dressed up. Like always, Gina ensured that she brought the right clothes for the weekend because even though she wasn't wealthy like the rest of them, she was married to a billionaire and had to act the part. When she came out, the guys were talking amongst themselves while the girls were huddled up in one corner. They looked like they were planning something and when they saw her, she was quickly waved over and they shared the plans. Apparently, the wanted to go swimming later that afternoon while the guys went to plan Barry's bachelor par

“I have to go do my job now, Mister…” “Call me Bain.” “Bain.” As if I didn’t know. “Will you talk to me again, Gia?” he asked, in a tone like he wanted me to say yes. I thought about it then found myself nodding. “Sure. Enjoy your drink.” As I went back to work, I wondered why I’d said yes without even thinking really hard about it. And why he’d talked to me longer than anyone I ever saw him talk to. The night got busier and I didn’t get to come back to his table.