Beca X Chloe Novels & Stories

she said eyeing him. I like forgetting the part that we are sex slaves .Mr B who I have never met is the owner of this building he claims is an orphanage so that he can avoid the government.Once in a year they come and we have to lie to them about our well being sometimes i just feel like screaming out everything to their face ,I know it isn't going to end well. "What up girl I heard Theressa has been bought."Kate said in a whisper . That's what happen here the girls are bought for sex service and sometimes they return them when they are tired of using them.Just like me the man that bought me was an old man me got tired of me fighting him so he returned me .

Elena and Alex exchanged heated looks, their hands already starting to wander over my body again. The Whisper Chain was spinning faster… and we were all helplessly caught in it.

Braun's offer while she had the chance. "Hi, my name is Becka, and this is Grace. How may I help you?" The girl on the left asked as Grace smiled next to her. Chloe approached the counter. Becka had bleach blonde hair cut in an angular bob with diagonal bangs. Her light blue eyes were lined in charcoal, and she had bubblegum pink stained lips. "I've never been here but my name is Chloe Harris and I was given a gift from Mr. Anthony Braun," Chloe told Becka.

"Who are you wearing tonight?" Chloe's eyes sparkled as she struck a pose. "This little number? It's a custom Gaard luxury, darling. Their famous designer, Ms. Chantelle outdid herself, don't you think?" After drinking in her fair share of adoration, Chloe blew a kiss to her adoring fans before sashaying inside, leaving a trail of lovestruck admirers in her wake. The excitement had barely died when a gunmetal gray Bentley Continental GT rolled up. The crowd held its breath as the door opened, revealing billionaire business mogul Marcus Blackwood.

"Oh my gosh, this will be so great." "What?" "Sean will take care of you a lot in front of Clyde. I mean he always been a gentleman." "Take him! I don't like him and don't have an interest in dating and you know that!" "Oh come on, Beverly. I bet if Clyde ask you out, you will answer it with 1 word 3 letters.. a.k.a Yes!" "You watched too much gossip girl." "Oh Beverly, I wish there's someone just like Chuck. He's so dreamy and he and Blair are meant to be together." Becca said and I rolled my eyes.

It disgusts him, having that title. Duke walks back to the sofa and lies down; he’s feeling drowsy, unaware that his secretary, Alicia, made him feel sleepy and horny—a witch to have Duke under her control. A greedy woman who always wants to climb to the top of success by any means. He was about to close his eyes when he heard the doors open, which made him feel annoyed and needy out of nowhere. As he looked up, he saw his secretary’s face; he consciously roamed his eyes over her sinful body, wearing a tight mini-skirt paired with a sexy dress and coat. However, her cleavage is still more accentuated, making Alicia way too sexy.

Clarke was happy to see both Ben and Chloe together, and Beatrice couldn't help but feel smaller as they continued to talk. “So uhm… What do you do?” Chloe suddenly asked Beatrice, taking her back, and the five of them all turned to her. Of course, Mr. and Mrs. Clarke already knew that she was his secretary, since she had mentioned it immediately. They arrived, but she wasn't sure why she felt inferior to tell her about her… “I'm—” “She's my personal assistant,” Ben answered on her behalf. “Okay… your personal assistant accompanying you to your parent's anniversary, that's suspicious?” She tried to laugh it off, but the tension was quite thick.

Chloe. Calling.

Champagne placed her keys back and her wallet away. She only pushed the door wide open and stepped in. Her heart beat wildly in her chest and her eyes scanned the room. Nothing seemed to have changed except the clothes on the floor. Champagne felt flushed. Thomas was having a shower.. may be she could surprise him since he forgot to meet her. As she took a step forward, her eyes laid on another piece of cloth. Her insides shuddered that instant. Her feet moved forward as her whole body tensed. Her fingers slowly wrapped around the yellow thong, raising it to her face.

She nods, however. “Fine,” she says. “Thank you,” Beau says. “It’ll mean a lot to her.” Chloe nods again and then gets up and starts back to the door. “Enjoy your coffee.” Beau raises the glass and then she’s gone. He’s left on his own, with the start of something stirring on the sheets and a big fat question mark in his brain. What the Hells was that?