Bart X Lisa Novels & Stories

Lisa immediately dropped the bottle, drew his cloth and drew towards his face. Bryan immediately withdrew and stood up, slightly covering his lips with his mouth. “What's wrong with you Lisa? Are you out of your mind?” He shot at her. She laid back, smiling again “Mr sexy voice, what's wrong with you? Are you out of your mind? Can't you see this body is tea” she winked, spkke slowly, hardly able to speak well and laughed again. Her body vibrated from the laughter that she fell off the chair, landing on the ground. Bryan shifted away from her, not even trying to help not to fall.

Dahlia praised, handing her a chilled soda. Lisa accepted it without any hesitation, downing it all in a few gulps. "Thank you." She wiped her mouth with the back of her palm, drawing in a deep breath. She thought, 'When is he coming?' Glancing at a wristwatch, it was already past four, and Axel was yet to arrive. "Is there somewhere you are going?" Jamie asked. "What? No." Lisa shook her head. "Wow, your heels are so high. How can you walk in that for so long?"

The nurse smiled and assured me she had it under control. “Enjoy yourself, ladies.” Lisa tugged at Tatum’s hand, leading me toward the barstools. The bartender, a shirtless, muscular, deep chocolate brother with dreads, came over to take their order. “Ladies. You’re looking good tonight. What can I get you to drink?” “What about you?” Lisa asked, seductively. I slapped her on the leg. “Ouch!” The bartender gave a soulful laugh. “Sorry, ladies. I’m on the clock, so I can’t partake in any fun.”

a woman said. He turned around to see Lisa Bartholomew, formally known as Lisa Tilly. She was an independent accountant who conducted audits for various companies until old Lester Bartholomew fell for her. Despite the fact that he was seventy-eight and Lisa was twenty-eight, she married him for financial security. Lester was from old money. He lived off his family’s investments. “Hey, Lisa,” Charles said. “I haven’t seen you since—” “My rehearsal dinner,” she said with a soft smile.

She added, making sure to feign flummoxity. Lisa heaved a chortle, “I was expecting that. I’m Lisa Carter, would have been Briggs. But I recently divorced my husband, Kurt Briggs. And you must be, Diana Ford? Right?” Her eyes squinted, with furrrowed brows and an index lifted pointing at her.

“Money, why else? Mason has a lot more than your uptight brother, so I figured, why not? Got any tips for me? You work for him. Surely, you’ve had to deal with his past women at some point.” Lisa shouldn't have been surprised, but she was honestly baffled by the other woman's direct, unrepentant demeanor. She turned and left the bathroom since she didn't know where to start with her reply. As Lisa walked approaching the bar, she shook her head. She didn’t have the time or patience to listen to her, ordering a drink and turning to search for Mason in the crowd.

She said through her teeth as her grip on the basket tightened. The rational part of her whispered that she should just finish shopping and leave. That she should ignore her and pretend she hadn’t noticed. But the louder voice, the voice that had been building inside her for weeks said this was her chance. Lisa was distracted, comparing two brands of bottled water as Avery lurked closer. Now next to Lisa, with one sharp motion, she shoved her shoulder hard into her side. The bottles and snacks Lisa had been holding slipped from her arms and clattered onto the floor.

Rising from her seat, she approached the two women, determined to put an end to Lisa's inappropriate behavior. "Lisa, enough. It's time for you to apologize," Mel interjected firmly, her voice resolute. Lisa spun around, searching for the person who dared to call her out by name. To her surprise, she found Mel standing there, her presence evoking an angry grin on Lisa's face. "So, you're not only a scheming bitch but also a shameless meddler," Lisa retorted with nonchalance, expecting a reaction.

Lisa asked as she picked up a small backpack and walked to the door. "Way more so now that you're here. We are meeting up at Joe's Biker Bar on the edge of town. You'll get to meet my best friend, Drayer. He's a dick, so prepare yourself." "He doesn't like me much, I assume?" "If he's any kind of friend to me, then probably not." Marc laughed and moved Lisa in front of him as she opened the door. He slid his hands down the back of her jeans, cupping her luscious butt and growling softly.

Ever since they have established the IIC, Denzell has been lazy at home and would only work in the office once Gerard nagged him enough. “I have been doing my work diligently.” He is brazenly telling it to his face, that is when Gerard starts to enumerate his previous actions for the past generations. “You’re really impossible.” He continued complaining to his king, when someone knocked on the door. There reveals Barrett who is wearing a long sleeved-lace dress, she looks younger and with which is longer can now be braided on the side. She’s like a young lady of the house, and this leaves Denzell speechless.