Addison Rae Exposed Novels & Stories

Alexander pulled out of my mouth and stroked himself furiously, shooting his load all over my face and tits. I collapsed onto the bed, shaking, covered in their cum, completely ruined. Oh my goshhhhh…. How much more could I possibly take?

“I tried to talk sense into my dad, but he won’t listen. Instead, he made me promise to publicly support them. Now, can we please just enjoy the evening and not talk about the little gold digger?” Fortunately, they leave it be, allowing Joshua to forget everything for a few gracious hours. Next morning, the first thing he does is check his I*******m page, cheering inwardly at the twenty-five thousand follow requests he has. There we go! A few moments later, Joshua’s mood drops. Although the popular magazine posted paparazzi photos of Morgan and Addison leaving the penthouse yesterday, they didn’t post anything about Addison’s address, nor did they post the photos of Joshua. What’s even worse

The word felt strange in my head. Not romantic. Heavy. But not in a bad way. I lay back and rested my hand over my stomach again. “This is our life now,” I whispered softly. Not to the room. To the future. The next morning, things moved quickly. Calls from extended relatives. Requests for interviews from smaller media outlets. Friends wanting details. My mother handled most of it. “Limit exposure,” she said calmly. “No unnecessary interviews.” Daniel’s team coordinated with ours. It became clear very fast that this was bigger than us.

RAYNE I stood under the shower, eyes closed, feeling the delicious ache between my thighs. Every time I moved, I was reminded of Reid’s fingers. Every move I made reminded me of the way he claimed me against that wall while Leilani and Aaron were a couple of yards away, eating chocolate. It was reckless. It was dangerous. It was exactly what we were. A mess. Reid made me come until my knees gave out, his mouth muffling my moans. I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I stepped into my bedroom, making my way into my walk-in closet.

"Ugh! A homewrecker playing the victim to seduce someone else's man. Disgusting!" As I tried to defend myself, Mom suddenly called me. Her voice trembled with heartbreak and fury as she demanded, "Rachel, are you actually sleeping with a married man? Your dad was so upset he's been rushed to the ER!"

His frown deepened. “Do you want to tell me something honey?” She bit the inside of her bottom lip as she locked eyes with him. “He is my ex.” She finally revealed. He sighed and leaned on his seat. “I thought so.” He said as if to himself. “I was planning to tell you tonight.” She confessed,

A wave of panic finally hit him. Why had I drawn up divorce papers? Why had I hidden them inside a stack of medical bills just to trick him into signing them? Before he could think it through, he received a call from Rowan. "Mr. Cross, this is bad! The recovery team just found a woman's body in the ruins of the fire!"

journalist’s voice droned on: “Questions swirl around the pair, as this isn’t their first public sighting. Is it the movie keeping them close, or a secret romance brewing between them?” I sank onto the bed, raking my fingers through my curls, my stomach twisting. I knew this day would come, the day our relationship would eventually be exposed, but not this soon. I wasn’t ready—not for the society’s backlash, and especially not for facing Mom. “Honestly, I’d ship Raul and Angel over his stuck-up wife any day. That girl’s a total heartbreaker.” A brunette journalist smiled as a photo of me lit up the screen. Then, a man with a French accent laughed. “I’m Team Razzura all the way!”

The seam was still raw. The chat lit up. [Oh my god, that's a knife wound. it isn't even healed yet!] [Is this woman even human? Attacking a pregnant woman? A baby?] [Wendy is so brave. She came straight out of the hospital to face the camera, and the killer is hiding from her!] [Support wendy! Make May Fairfax pay!]