Blake On Madam Secretary Novels & Stories

there it is. To the untrained mind, it might sound like an innocent invitation but really she's trying to tell me indirectly to invite Blake. "By anyone, you mean Blake don't you?" Adam spoke. "What's it to you?" she jabbed, "You're the one who broke up with me, you have zero right to be acting jealous now." What? He broke up with her? I thought it was the other way around. They started bickering and exchanging slick comments.

The Secretary of the Other president told them. "We are sorry for coming late, it won't happen next time" Yelena replied her with a polite. They were about leaving, infact Their President already stood up, adjusting his Blazer when the other President finally opened his mouth to speak. "I thought they said President Cage don't get involved with Women, but you have Two sexy female secretaries by your side, I wonder which media made the false news" President Cage glanced at him with raised brow but didn't reply. Talking to idiots was never his thing.

“No, but there’s an offer on at the shop. It’s reduced by a hundred dollars.” “Let them go, Chuck. You know the drill. We turn a blind eye to the activity of anyone known to the Alpha King.” “Who?” “Brock Slade. Didn’t you get the memo.?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Surely common sense said there would be a criminal element in any pack? Though she hadn’t quite liked to voice that sentiment when it came to the one in Watertight. Still, some of the pack warriors had followed Simon and after all Liam had done for them.

I held on to his waist tighter, and I rubbed his chest with my other hand, "It's okay, babe. There's no issue here." I looked at the bitch once again and gave her my most perky smile. "I see. Nice to finally meet you, Bianca," I reach out my hand for her to shake, "I'm Madison. Blake's girlfriend. I've heard so much about you." She takes my hand and shakes it. She then gave me a forced smile, and faced Blake, "I'd like to meet with you some other time, Blake. I need to talk to you about something."

If Millijay is the badass secretary, then Farris is the living devil CEO! So she decided to seduce Farris Gabriel Carter, the CEO, to make him kneel and follow her biddings but instead him being seduce by her it was the other way around! She fell without knowing the truth behind Farris Gabriel past. Something came up that makes Millicent upset and make her madness turn it into raging fire that no one can tame. So she plans out of revenge. The badass secretary came back again with her sexiest revenge. Is there a chance that Farris Gabriel Carter can tame the raging fire of his secretary? Let's see how both badass fell in love with each other and turned their fire into a sweet and bad romance.

What did she mean by that? Damien stepped in front of her again, his eyes blazing. You touch her, and I’ll burn every last bridge I ever had. I’ll expose you. I’ll make the world see the real you the monster you’ve always been hiding behind your silk and pearls. The woman smiled. Try me. Security buzzed through the speakers above them. A voice echoed through the intercom. Sir, your guest has arrived. It’s… Mason Blake. Damien’s entire posture shifted. Tell him to wait.

“Single and driving that beast? Zara, you’re a whole mystery. No wonder everyone stares when you walk in here.” Zara laughed softly to mask the sting of lying. She hated the way the words felt in her mouth, bitter and dishonest. But what choice did she have? One slip of truth could unravel everything, and Adrian Voss had made it clear: her silence was survival. Before Ann could press further, a soft knock interrupted the moment. A young woman entered, neat in a pencil skirt and blazer, her sharp posture screaming efficiency. Zara recognized her as Mr. Blake’s secretary. “Miss Zara,” the woman said politely, “Mr. Blake requests you in his office. Urgently.”

My stomach lurches. “Don’t move,” Damian says instantly. “I’m pregnant, not fragile,” I shoot back. He opens the door, one of his assistants rushes in, breathless. “Sir, you need to see this.” She holds out a tablet. On-screen: a live talk show. My name in bold. My face beside Damian’s. The host grins, vicious and bright. “Is Ariana Blake playing the long game? Sources say the so-called ‘wrong woman’ has trapped yet another Cole heir…”

"Go home early, Ava. You’ve been here for thirty-six hours straight. Take the car. Take your mother. I’ll handle the fall-out." Ava didn't go home immediately. She met Jamie at a quiet park near her apartment. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the playground where a few kids were still lingering. Jamie was leaning against a bench, looking exhausted. When he saw her, his expression didn't brighten; it only tightened. "I saw the news," Jamie said. "The 'Blackwood Trust.' It’s all over the medical journals. People are calling him a visionary." "He did a good thing, Jamie. Even if the motives were tactical, the result is the same. People get the help they need."

Or maybe because she’d never once looked at him like a prize to win. He exhaled slowly. “She’s my secretary.” Silence. Even the birds outside seemed to stop chirping. Margaret tilted her head. “Your what?” “Sienna Blake,” Damon said, as evenly as he could. “She’s worked with me for two years. She’s brilliant, hardworking, grounded... and she knows me better than anyone.” His mother’s eyes went wide with glee. “Your secretary? Oh, Damon! That’s so romantic!” Vincent, however, raised an eyebrow.