Amanda Cohen Novels & Stories

She then moved over to our side of her cell and did the same making sure her whole cell was closed off, from any peeping Tom's. I shook my head again and got lost in my thoughts, wandering what her story was and why they were acting like that towards her, I must say this took the boredom away for little bit. After about twenty minutes it seems she was done and began to remove the sheets from around her. What I saw shocked me completely out of my musings, in front of me was the most beautiful breathtaking woman I have ever seen. Her hair was midnight black hanging down to her butt, and she hadn't even combed it out yet. They gave her black leather pants to wear that was completely form fittin

She looked her from head to toe and disliked her. "You're mistaken, Mrs Tracey. She isn't a caretaker." Zita replied plainly. "Then who is she? Is she one of the new maids?" Tracey asked flatly, staring at her coldly, "Even if she is, she seems overdressed for the job." "I-." Rebecca paused when she saw Fiona enter the room. She furrowed her brow confusingly and flashed a glance at Zita. Fiona had walked in with a smile which soon turned to a frown when she saw Rebecca.

Sandra strolled into the café and wandered over to where Rochelle and Amanda were sitting. "What's wrong?" she asked. "You look as though someone has kicked your kitten." "Amanda has a problem and we're trying to figure out how to solve it." "Really? Tell me all." "Did you know that Amanda is still a virgin?" "I will admit that I suspected as much but that's her business, isn't it? Where do we fit into this?" "Amanda's eighteen. She wants to be an ex-virgin," said Rochelle with a giggle. "We're trying to work out the best way for her to become one."

Alexandra says. She notices Gerald face morph into a small smile. "Alexs. Chris asked me to call you." A third party, interrupt them. Putting a stop to there conversation. Alexandra quickly turns back, only to see a suspicious look on Karis face. Typical of Karis. "We will see before I leave," Gerald says with a calm smile. ________________________🖊 Alexandra is currently in front of the main building listening to WAP by Cardi B ft Megan Thee Stallion. Since the music was released, she couldn't stop herself from listening to it.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

But she took it to the next level and started to pull and twist my skin around. I scrunched up my face but finally accepted defeat. I pulled my hand away and scowled at Helena. She stood there in a purple, floral shirt and some black jeans with a frown on her face. She just looked absolutely stunning. I grabbed a hand but she removed her hand and backed away. I cocked my head to the side feeling a sense of rejection. "Why are our tickets shredded, Aaron?" She had her hands folded and glared at me. I stood up and placed my headphones and phone on the table next to us.

He explained. “Oh, then—” “Never!” Amanda’s voice cut through as she marched toward us, her eyes widened as she gazed at us. “Martins will never—” “You must have met someone they call Maxwell. He is the one who helped him make the post go viral.” Grayson cut her off. Recognition set in her eyes as she heard the name. “How did you—” She stumbled to the back, shaking her head in disbelief. “There is no way he would be James Cox. There is no way!” She yelled but Grayson extended a file over to her.

"I will make sure, my company gets the contract and not Aiden's," Amanda thought staring at the image of Ana, the amazing presenter on the TV sipping some tea. She fetched her phone, dialled a number and spoke with the person. Once the call ended, she called Marcus and asked him to get the car ready. She went upstairs to her room and changed her clothes into something sexy and a bit revealing. After admiring herself in the mirror, she came downstairs and went out the front door. Marcus saw her and smiled.

She'd know that there was something on my mind, so there was no point trying to keep it from her. Amanda was an impressive woman in every way. She was an amazing mom, a successful lawyer, and at age 35, still incredibly youthful and radiant. She was about 5'7'' - a good five inches taller than Serena - with an olive complexion and long curly brown hair. She was not nearly as curvy as Serena, but she was slender and athletic and very beautiful, just in a more conventional sort of way. And at that moment, as she stepped onto the deck, sweat glistening on her skin, she looked incredibly hot. I was fired up and anxious to get her alone as soon as possible.

“One hour. That’s all I’m asking.” Amanda clenched her jaw before looking at Cohen. She didn’t want to do anything against the Alpha. Cohen didn’t even look like he was in a good position to say anything. Every time Mira made a decision, Cohen supported her fully. He never objected to her decision. He trusted her that much. “One hour,” Cohen said. Amanda let out a grunt. “Fine, one hour. If you’re late, I’ll force you out.”