Addison Apartments Sally Face Novels & Stories

Her dress wasn't so revealing. I looked at her name tag—Sally Mitchell. I smiled at her. One thing I loved about Vexon, he used to put name tags on everyone working under him. "How may I help you?" Sally asked with an annoyed tone after keeping up the phone. "I'm here to meet Mr. Vexon Bevine," I said politely. She rolled her eyes. She pointed her index finger to the people sitting on the couch. "Are you seeing those people there? They are waiting to meet him, since the morning."

Adrian's apartment? *****

Addison says through her mouthful of bread. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go back to Rossi’s? Give me an hour or two and we can each get our own bigger, stickier bun.” I taunt them, preying on their weakness which they’re still chewing on. What they don’t know is that I would give anything to be back in that little shop than out in the open. “Actually.” Gina replies. “We should get going. If we hurry we can catch an earlier bus.” “Sounds good to me. Don’t get me wrong I love being out of the manor, but I hate being...here.” Addison blurts out as she stands to her feet. She even takes one of the baskets instead of making me carry them both.

I remembered that Arthur promised to give me this building to open cancer hospital for poor children who can’t afford expensive treatment on a condition that I’d give him a child but after months of failures, he retrieved his proposal and gifted this building to Addison on her first birthday after their marriage. I stepped out of my car, it was a glamourous place. Blaze and his men surrounded me to make a security circle. I walked straight with pride and confidence. I didn’t fear anyone anymore. We were stopped by the security on the entrance of “La Moda”, her company. I wondered why she gave her company an Italian name when we don’t have any roots in the country but it’s Addison and her fin

The unloading took twenty minutes, but only because she took her time. The Alameda Apartments was a grand name for a strip of six upstairs and six downstairs connected units, reddish-brown brick, with individual central heat and air. Each unit came with all the usual kitchen appliances, but no laundry facilities. Cable TV hookup came with the rent, but not a TV.

Adam tossed the phone on the bed as he looked at me with a bit of panic in his eyes. "What?" I ask. "Sasha is on his way here.?" ...

"Your friend, however, I don't know." Claudia looked like she was about to speak when the brunette woman at her side held out a hand toward Jane's voice and said in a low, but firm voice, "Addison Sterling. I live in Claudia's building." Jane reached out and took the hand in a firm grip. Addison squeezed her hand with equal pressure. On first sight, Addison Sterling was easily dismissed. She wore clothes for comfort over style, choosing a long navy blue jersey skirt, a white T-shirt and a jean jacket. No make-up. Hair left in long, loose curls around her shoulders. She had beautiful hair, but there was a slightly unkempt look about her, as though she just shoved her hair back out of the way

Addy adds. “Weekend?”Josie asks. “Yeah, weekend.” Em and Addy respond. “I think we might call it a night.” Callum says. Since Miles looks like he might fall asleep right now. “Ok yeah sounds good, I might head up as well, Adds you coming?” “Yeah just a second.” She responds to Dillon who is standing at our open apartment door. The girls huddle up and begin talking I assume about further plans for Sutton. “You ready to call it a night?” Austen asks.

He mulled things over while tamping down the violence and desire stirred up by the Drakeller technique. "Ashton Gray!" Suddenly, a sharp shout cut through the night. Not far from Lakeview Heights, Sally strode forth with a dozen people in tow. She wore denim short-shorts and a cropped cardigan that showed her midriff. She stood in Ashton's path. "It's you?" Ashton was surprised to see her in all her five-feet-nine glory. What did this piece of eye candy want with him now?