Blake On Madam Secretary Novels & Stories

Suddenly a pang of guilt engulfed me , never in my life had I hurt a woman before, I was also shocked after realizing what I had done. I paced around in my room , Kendalla seated on my bed , showing no kind of remorse for any sort of thing that had happened. This was my fault!! Where the heck was my secretary ? Maybe she had gotten lost in this country new and strange to her. Damn it ,Cain !! Did you have to lash out at her like that ,man?!! I was in the middle of my thoughts when someone called Am I talking to Cain Powers ? Yes this is he... It's about Emma Millers ,she was rushed to the hospital hours ago ..

"My husband is in there?" Mark still needs to answer Sarah's question. "You can't answer because my husband is in a meeting?" Sarah asked. "Actually…Mr. Williams." Sarah immediately realized that Edgar's secretary's chair was empty and unoccupied. Could it be that her husband's mistress was his secretary? But isn't the secretary a middle-aged married woman? Edgar's tastes couldn't be so low as to have an affair with an old married woman. "Hello, Uncle. I want to meet Daddy," said Eric to Mark.

However, they couldn’t help but show their passion when talking about their professions. Hailey didn’t understand what they were talking about, but she had to concentrate because she was one of the Blakes’ secretaries. As she continued to listen, she didn’t expect many people to recognize Travis while Matthew remained by his side. Even Christian noticed them. “Hey, is that Mr. Blake?” Some asked in a low voice. “I think so. Who else would Mr. Sullivan be accompanying?” “Could the woman next to him be Mrs. Lambert?” “She doesn’t seem like it. Mrs. Lambert has a fuller figure.”

“Oh my God, is that a hickey on the fat girl? Who the hell would even…” The table went quiet. Emma’s face burned so hot she felt lightheaded. She stood up fast, tray in hand, ready to walk out, when Blake appeared out of nowhere. He stepped between them, voice bored but loud enough for the whole room. “Madison, chill. Some people actually get action instead of just posing for it.” He didn’t look at Emma. Didn’t defend her exactly. Just shut Madison up and kept walking like he hadn’t thrown gasoline on the fire.

"I'm sure. Ten million dollars. Not a penny less." "Fine. I'll have my assistant transfer it to you right now." "What? No!" I blurted out. "Maddie, don't trust him! His so-called evidence isn't even—" I didn't get to finish before I met Madeline's steady gaze. "Maverick, let me handle this. Just stay out of it, okay?" She had always carried a maturity far beyond her age. All the younger members of the family were a little afraid of her, including me.

#lesbians #Romance #SecondChance #Fate #LoveLost #UrbanRomance #PassionateLove #IntimateConnection #Desire #affair Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Madison Blake, the CEO of Blake Enterprises, sat at the head of the conference table, her sharp blue eyes scanning the layout of the upcoming project. The room was filled with the soft hum of air conditioning and the faint scent of fresh coffee coming from her porcelain cup. Her assistant, Aaron, stood nearby, fidgeting with the iPad in his hands. “Aaron, this project is important to me,” Madison said, her voice tensed as she stared hard at it. “Every detail has to be perfect. Did you follow up on my inst

ANGELA'S POV :- "Seriously Noah? Out of all the things I said, you just heard this? Are you crazy? Do you want me to take you to some psychiatrist? I really think you need to see one. I said so many things, but you only heard that I am virgin. You seriously are impossible Noah," I said and shook my head in disbelief.

I notice the secretary’s sharp, assessing look, but I look away and glide back to my station. I take their food orders. Blake wants Chinese rice; the lady asks for mashed potatoes with chicken sauce. I note it down, heading to the kitchen to relay the order, all the while feeling the faint, urge thrill of him being on the same jet. Back in my cabin, I hear the soft click of the door. Blake walks in, confident, every movement deliberate. I meet his eyes and ask, “Anything else you need?” He leans against the console, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. “Yes,” he says, low and deliberate. “You.”

Helen told her. All of it — Vivian at the door, Lyla beside her, the conversation that had been designed to sound like concern and functioned like a series of very precise cuts. The resignation. The compensation. The *find someone actually available*. The *scandals destroy careers*. The *secretary who slept with her married boss* delivered in Lyla's warm, regretful voice as though she were simply describing a reality Helen had somehow failed to anticipate. When she finished, Linda was sitting very still.

He leaned forward, looking intently at me. "What? Is there something on my face?" "No! I was just wondering why you didn't bring me coffee." I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "Yeah! Keep wondering." I said coldly, taking another sip. That's something I don't do. Caring? No one as ever showed me proper care so no one should expect me to reciprocate. "Okay! Back to work then." He said, sliding a file towards me. "We never managed to blag any information from the deaf guy since you bailed, but-before you lash out, Becca-we found a new lead."