Author Genevieve Graham Novels & Stories

As Alex left, he smirked at Jamie, who was standing by the door. Meanwhile, Genevieve had stormed out of the conference room and headed straight to her office, ignoring the greetings of the few staff members she passed along the way. Once inside, she went to her desk, dropped her tablet, and picked up her phone. Her hands were shaking, and her eyes were glossy with unshed tears. She quickly dialed a number from her recent calls and brought the phone to her ear. “Hi, baby,” a familiar, loving voice answered. “Look, I promised I wasn’t going to interfere in the board’s activities, but you didn’t tell me there’s a new shareholder,” Genevieve said, her voice trembling.

He betrayed me with all of his heart and went back destroying the life of someone really important to me. Genevieve was fourteen when she came to me with Thompson’s family. She was always cheerful and always a good person. I had always imagined the life I wanted to live in her. I treated her like my own sister and provided her with every facilities she needed for her growth and ease. Thompsons were always grateful to me for this. They were quite glad about whatever I had done to their daughter but honestly she was one of the member of my incomplete family too. I have always regarded her as one.

and "including both parties." Christian Newsome didn't do that. He didn't blink. A tiny, knowing smirk played on his face for a single beat. “There are ways to make that happen, yes,” he said. Genevieve looked around the office one last time—the Harvard diplomas, the rolling stock tickers, the calculated mess of his hair. He was exactly the kind of shark she needed to kill a shark like Julian. “Christian,” she said, reaching for the three business cards on his desk. She made a show of ripping them in half, one by one. “That’s the best answer I’ve heard all day.”

“I’m only sorry I’m meeting you under these circumstances. Your father was a good man.” Before I could reply the office door opened again. This time it was Genevieve. She swept in a cloud of expensive perfume and confidence dressed in another flawless outfit with her smile bright and fake. She didn’t even glance at me or Alexander at first. She went straight to Jared. “Darling I’ve been looking all over for you,” she purred perching herself on the edge of Jared’s desk and leaned over wrapped her arms around his neck, and giving him a long deliberate kiss.

I knew we had a late night, but normally she was still early to class. "Professor. I did my paper early," Genevieve's voice squeaks in front of me, drawing me from my mindless fantasies of Nora. "Oh," I sigh, looking down at her. She's cute, don't get me wrong. Small but curvy in all the right places. She's wearing an especially low-cut shirt, showing her breasts off like they were on display for the breakfast special at a bakery. I clear my throat and divert my eyes, trying not to pay too much attention to the way she's making my insides itch.

Mia's POV: “What? I like gummy bears so what?” Genevieve said with a shrug. She grabbed a bowl and emptied one of the packets in it. After taking a bite of one, she held the bowl to us. “Want some?” I grabbed one of them and tossed it into my mouth. “It’s a sugar rush,” I said, going around to get started on another dish. “Exactly,” Genevieve said, her body doing a happy dance.