Baroness Goes On Strike Free Novels & Stories

This is sure to come back and bite them in the a*s. Jameson: [Elizabeth, we had a contract. You need to come back and help us resolve these issues.] Jameson must really have quite an impressive set of balls on him to be so arrogant. Elizabeth: [You should have already received notification from my lawyer. I will not be assisting your organization in any capacity ever again.] I stared at the minibar from across the room, tempted to fix myself a drink, but I chose to resist the urge. Needing a distraction, I grabbed the novel I had stashed under the pillow and curled up in the bed for some reading.

They shook their heads frantically. “No! That's not true!” “Haley is framing us! Th-This, we didn't steal anything!” “Why did it end up inside their bags if they didn't steal it?” “Who are they trying to fool?” “If they wanted to buy it, they should have dropped it inside their carts.” “What a pity! Isn't she Vera Nash, one of the wealthiest women in this city?” “She can buy out the whole factory that produces this underwear, instead of stealing a single piece.”

"You think I’m seducing you?" "You know you are." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Is it working?" I shoved him away, trying to ignore the way my entire body betrayed me. "I’m still mad at you." He chuckled. "Of course, you are." I lifted my chin. "You’re hiring her back." He shook his head. "Not happening." I placed my hands on my hips. "Then I’m going on a strike." He looked amused. "A strike?"

I kissed his forehead, sliding his eyes close as slowly as I could while whispering softly into his ears. “Let me go, Veronica. Get off me.” Baron ordered as he staggered and rose to his feet, his gaze darkened with fury. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my eyes locked onto his as he struggled to unwrap my arm around him, his chest rising and falling against mine. Isn't this what you have ever wanted, Veronica? To make Valerie jealous and fed up with Baron so she would leave him for you? This is your chance to make this happen.

"Hazel..." "I'm not Hazel!" I shooked my head. "I won't let you leave me, never!" The man wrapped his iron arms around me, and I couldn't resist his strength. "Baby, let's go home, hmm?" "Get away! I'm not your baby!" I roared at him. It's no use screaming for help at this point. No matter what happens in this p**n bar, screaming is considered normal. I continued to resist, but the man laughed even more triumphantly. Is there somebody help me stop this maniac?

"You have to be protected at all costs! And I do mean, 'all costs!'" Terry's anger flared. "You think I can't do anything against you, huh? I'll call my grandpa right now. Let's see if you can still talk tough when he's here! Hey, you! Call my grandpa!" The bodyguards' leader nodded and began dialing. "Understood." Both factions froze in a tense standoff. Neither side would yield. "Don't think I didn't notice what happened! You harassed a lady and tried to bully her into currying sexual favors for you! The way I see it, you deserve to be socked in the face by my mentor!" Baron said sharply. "Your defiance makes not a lick of sense!"

Baron was in front, his arms crossed over his chest as a sadistic smile spreading across his face. "There she is," he sneered. "Our little stray." I stopped, my heart racing. Don't. Don't let them see you flinch, I thought to myself. But they already had. Baron moved slowly towards me. "The pack has been restless," he said. "Tensions are high and the people need… entertainment." Cora snorted. "She'll be really good for that." Baron turned to the crowd. "So we're going to play a little game."

“Come for me one more time, Miss Sinclair, and I won't play it safe with you.” Still, her body jerks in a mocking laugh. “You have everything to lose. Your company. Family. And name.” She sticks her fingers out as she counts. “For my bestie, I’d be gentle. But don't you pull this cheap stunt ever again and make me look like some cheap whore.” Her tone is cold. “I'm passed that stage of lusting over a hot billionaire psycho. Grow the fuck up, Baron.” With that, she marches towards the door.

Enzo repeated, voice like ice. Baron leaned back in his chair. “A thousand gold notes.” There was a long pause. Even some of the nobles gasped. A thousand? For me? Was he insane or just delusional? “She’s an Omega,” Ash muttered, deadpan. “Not a princess.” Baron lifted his goblet toward him. “She’s the most rebellious Omega you’ll find on this side of the land. Hard to tame, but maybe that’s what you are into.”

The sexy look she was trying to portray was wiped off her face and replaced with a serious one when she saw it was not going to work on Baron. "You're talking to the wrong Herd brother, ask around you should see my brother" Baron hissed, giving her a flat look before proceeding to take out his keys from the pocket of his pants. "It's you I want to talk to, Baron." Cara insisted. Maintaining her stand. "What do you want?" Baron asked, sliding her a look of annoyance. "I want in on the plan to get rid of Diana." Baron turned to stare at her for a minute before he exploded into a fits of laughter holding onto the frame of the car to settle himself.