Ben Shelton Arrogant Novels & Stories

, Mrs Kingston said, smiling at Chantel. "No mum let me say it", Chantel said looking at me with extreme excitement. "We are celebrating a day since we had sex", Chantel continued smiling from ear to ear. My ears almost blew up on hearing this ridiculous celebration. I looked at Trisha to see if she had started eating, but she remained silent the whole time. It's just like she wasn't even there. "Can you ladies just hear yourself? You are very disgusting right now", I lashed out in anger banging the table.

"An atmosphere that makes people feel like they are intruding just by looking at us. We need to make Chloe’s accusations look like the jealous ravings of a scorned woman." I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. "I... I’m not an actress, Sebastian. I don't know if I can pull that off." "You don't have to act," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "You just have to trust me. I will lead. You follow." He stood up and walked to the bed. He pulled back the heavy duvet. "Which side do you prefer?" I stared at the mattress. "The bed? You want us to sleep in the bed?"

No one would take her seriously. “Sutton, you are a very wealthy woman now. You have to look the part. It is imperative that people see you for who you are.” She bit her lower lip, and I threatened my dick that he might never see action again if he so much as twitched. “I don’t think there is anything wrong with who I am now.” The hurt in her voice cut me like a knife.

She said when she saw the giant black mark that stretched downwards from her shoulder blades to her lower spine. He held back, Penny responded. Selena fully undressed and entered the shower. “What do you mean he held back, clearly he didn’t.” She responded. Right before he threw me, he pulled his punch, Penny told her. Selena went silent as she washed herself. After a few more moments of silence Penny started again. Selena dear, what do you think of that man? She asked. “He’s an arrogant, self-centered weirdo like all the others, who thinks he can woo me with status and strength.” She responded quickly.

She made money by marrying an old man and now she's looking down to us. "I'm fine. I'm just tired from work." She shook her head. "Is that so? You're unfortunate. You're working so hard. Why don't you just want to marry an old man? I hope you have a lot of money now like me. I'm just waiting for this husband to die and then I'll look for a new husband. Of course, I look for a young husband that I want to marry," she said proudly. I locked my gaze on her. I'm not sure where she got her shameless attitude. She was no longer sorry for his elderly husband. Her husband loved her, but she was only interested in money. She became more arrogant after her husband gave her a large sum of money.

Ross replied and not only was I glad the spotlight had just left me but I was also eager to get a name to place on Mr Rude who was next In line for Ross's little introduction game. "My name is Adrian Shelton" He announced in his thunder like voice that still replayed his previous words to me in my head. "CEO of MontCorp Industries" he added and I scoffed louder than expected because his turning to glare at me almost immediately meant he definitely heard it. Wait. CEO??? He's the CEO?? Well....... So what if he's CEO? Show off. Tsk. He really is a Jerk. An arrogant one at that.

Bethel questioned, refusing to be intimidated. "I should get into a ball gown with feathers because we are going to an ice cream parlor? You should better hurry. You're allowed to spend just few hours with Angel" Bethel added with a scoff and it took everything in Steph to conceal her anger but jealousy was obviously visible in her eyes.

His tone was teasing, arrogant, yet impossible to ignore. She addressed the journalists, trying to sound composed. Questions came in a flood: "Your family's legacy... the new fashion line... your assistant's role...?" Every inquiry pulled her in multiple directions, and she stumbled over a few sentences. Easton walked behind her slowly, one hand brushing against the small of her back in what seemed like casual contact-but it was deliberate, possessive, marking her territory in the most silent, commanding way. "Careful... don't make me regret putting you in charge," he whispered, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. Matilda's cheeks flushed-not just from embarrassment, but from the undenia

Shawn fell silent for a moment before he let out a sneer, his voice dripping with disdain while saying, "You'd better not use divorce to threaten me, Leslie. I won't fall for that! "I'm not going back tonight, so you'd better stay home, reflect on your actions, and report to work tomorrow morning once you've understood your place." Shawn was as arrogant as ever, ending the call immediately after saying his piece. He seemed to have forgotten, however, who exactly had supplied the foundation for his arrogant posturing and lofty speech.

Shelby spoke to me in an authoritative way and looked at me like I was a house-trained dog—a dog she believed she could humiliate at will without it biting back. Meanwhile, Sophia stood by the side with the same air of arrogance. She raised her chin slightly as if to say, “See? At the end of the day, you’ll still submit to me because you can’t live without me.” This time, I would disappoint them. “Mrs. Shelby, I believe you’ll like this gift.” I smirked as I handed the gift box to her.