Barbra Dawson Novels & Stories

“Most people never figured that out.” “Most people don’t have much experience being powerless,” I replied without thinking. Something shifted in his expression, a flash of understanding, perhaps, or curiosity, but before he could respond, the click of high heels announced Barbara’s arrival. She swept into the living room wearing one of the chef’s aprons over her black dress, looking for all the world like she belonged there. Her red hair gleamed under the lights, and she carried herself with the confidence of the lady of the house she was in.

"Why should you be ashamed? After all, Bara's judgment is never wrong. If she chooses you to be her wife. Then we will accept you with open arms." For some reason, when Nayya heard Diana's words. He dared to look at Diana's face and there he could see that his mother-in-law was indeed different from what he had imagined. "Oh yes! I forgot to introduce myself. Remember that this beautiful woman in front of you is called Diana Ross Barkely, mother of Albara Demian Dominic. Your beloved husband," Diana teased. Hearing the words and temptations of her mother-in-law made Nayya more comfortable when she was close to her mother-in-law.

label on her beer, “Tell me something about yourself, Darlin’.” My eyes moved up and met hers. She exhaled and looked up at the roof of the porch, “Well, I have 2 siblings, Benny and Tallon-“ I patted her leg and interrupted her, “No, I wanna know your likes and dislikes. I want to know what makes you feel the prettiest. Who you call when you have had a bad day and if you prefer hot wings over Lemon pepper wings.” She giggled and pressed her beer to her lips taking a sip and set it between her legs, “I like anything to do with the ocean. Not just the white sandy beaches of the gulf or the crystal clear water, I like the deep dark abyss of it. The open nothingness. I strongly dislike anyone

He suggested. “Nah, I’m exhausted.” “Oh come on Arthur Murray, we all know you aren’t one to get tired that easily or even shy away from a challenge. What would you tell your people when they hear their Alpha refused a fight from a mere person like me?” Dennis pushed further. He knew I hated for my ego to be trampled on. “Go on, use me. Use me and cool off the steam. I know you are craving for a real fight and not some training equipment.”

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Barbra is a little on the short side with her 5’1 and I on the other hand are 5’8, so I tower over her quite a bit. “It’s not that easy. I do everything wrong. I’m so nervous that I’m gonna make a mistake, that they happen every time I’m near Mr. Storm.” I dry my tears and clear my throat. “Are you having any luck with recruiting a new PA?” “Sorry but no. Mr. Storm has declined yet another one. Miss Sanders certainly would have done a good job as his PA. She had all qualifications and experience. A real beauty as well. But no! He was not pleased.” Barbra shakes her head, confused over the CEO and his whims. “I’m starting to think Mr. Storm isn’t interested in a new PA.” She gives me a pointe

MARIA'S POV I'd say Old Grandpa was the only one who was genuinely happy to see me. The rest of the people at the party had just been there as a formality. I can't blame them, I would be mad too if I had received an invitation out of the blue. But maybe I shouldn't complain. This party was for me after all, was it not? Maria Rodriguez. My name. The name that sent shivers down men's spine in my world.

Teaching was my one private anchor while I fulfilled my obligation here. “He doesn’t expect me to just sit idle while waiting for him to die, does he?” Ronald glances at me. “Harsh. But you could always work at the company instead.” My shoulders stiffen. I don’t reply. Ronald knows better than to push. We enter the dining hall. He leans in. “Barbara is furious with you.” “I know exactly how to cool her down.” My mother storms toward me, eyes blazing. Even in her fifties, Barbara Davenport still looks like she could command a boardroom and a runway in the same breath. Tall, sharp cheekbones, dark hair pinned with precision.

Zita offered. Rebecca didn't reply nor objected her offer. They both left the dining room and arrived at the living room. Rebecca slowed her pace when she saw who it was. It was a woman, who was in her late fifties, dressed in cream coloured dress. Her hair was short and styled to a bob. The woman caught a glimpse of Rebecca and smiled slyly. "Ah! You must be the new caretaker my son hired!" The woman said proudly, sneering at Rebecca. She looked her from head to toe and disliked her.

She actually already had a buyer for Princess, and the price was good. Wow! She moves fast. So I told her to go ahead with the sale. I went to say goodbye to Princess, I drain my tears as she kept nudging me for the treats that I brought her. I kissed her one last time and walk away. It needed to be done. I can do this. People deal with the worst. I went to the bar and buy one shot of bourbon, to gave me strength after crying my eyes out. I was about to leave when a woman approaches me.