Blake On Madam Secretary Novels & Stories

Catherine glanced at Drake, who appeared somewhat excited when their eyes met. He had always admired Catherine's gaming skills and had never seen a female gamer as excellent as her. However, now he knew of an even more impressive secret. Catherine was the rumored hacking genius, Sugar. Drake gazed at Catherine deeply. His lips moved a few times before he could speak. He asked, "Are you Sugar?" Zobber immediately apologized to Catherine as soon as Drake asked his question. She said, "Catherine, sorry. I had exposed your identity without your permission."

“Don’t stress yourself with that stalker or asshole who’s been blackmailing you, Lia. Take it from a celebrity that has automatically received 10 thumbs down within a minute after my videos are released.” “Stop boasting yourself Blake,” Andreana scolds. “You are not helping.” “Yeah whatever.” The latter rolled her eyes and sipped her americano. I let out a loud unlady-like-manner sighed and place rubbed my aching forehead using my thumb and index finger. “I really love you, Lia.” I look up and saw Blake’s electric blue eyes looking at me sincerely. “Is this a confession that you are admitting that your gay?” Andreana asks in confusion. Yeah fuck it, I almost forgot Blake is gay. I muttered i

Nick chuckled. Lia's face went rosy immediately. She blushed deeply as she was shy and embarrassed. "I'm not jealous." She huffed and crossed her arms underneath her boobs. "Of course you are." Nick teased her. "I don't have any right to be jealous do I? I mean nothing to you, I'm just your secretary. Only Alice has the right to be jealous." Lia stated. Nick just stared at her, not knowing what to say. Just then, Jubilee walked in. "Jubilee?" Nick called in surprise.

A sleek, modern office adorned with art pieces and city views. Blake sits behind his polished mahogany desk, scrolling through his phone. The atmosphere is tense yet charged with determination. He leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he thinks about his next move regarding Emily and Tyler. Blake’s assistant, Nina, knocks and enters, holding a stack of files. Nina: “You wanted to see the report on the upcoming charity gala?” Blake gestures for her to place the files on his desk, then leans forward, his expression shifting to seriousness.

Interesting. She was smarter than I'd given her credit for which meant she was a problem. She was loyal and wouldn’t be easy to manipulate. But everyone had a weakness given the right pressure. Blake stood frozen in the middle of the room, staring at the door Sarah had disappeared through. His face was pale. "Blake." I made my voice soft. Vulnerable. "Are you okay?" He didn't respond or look at me. Fine. Ignore me for now. You'll come back eventually.

“Blake. You’re not seriously thinking of going.” I held up my phone. “He wasn’t bluffing.” I pulled up G****e. And just like that, there he was. Ethan Blackwood. Beautiful. Rich. Dangerous. Photographed in tailored suits, arm in arm with senators and Silicon Valley royalty. A few articles mentioned a breakup two years ago. But no photos of her. Like she never existed. Amelia frowned at my screen. “That’s… creepy.” “Right?” “Still. You can’t go there alone. You don’t know what kind of psycho he is.”

Each exhale sounded like the last, and still she smiled. That smile shattered him. “Don’t do that,” he whispered, his voice shaking as he pressed down on the gaping wound in her abdomen. “Don’t you dare give me that farewell smile like this is the end. This is not how your story ends, Raven.” She didn’t respond. “RAVEN!” A growl tore from his throat. He was Alexander Blake, CEO, power broker, feared and respected across nations, but right now, he was just a man losing someone he couldn’t afford to lose.

I played another song, my fingers dancing across the keys, when my phone chimed with a notification. I frowned, thinking it might be Kiara or Clinton. But when I picked it up, I realized it was a W******p message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, I opened it. It was a video. I clicked on it, and my blood ran cold. There was Clinton, on a bed, with Seraphina. They were tangled in the sheets, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him. I couldn’t see his full face, but I knew it was him. My heart dropped.

“Don't say it like that. It's not a date. It's a... a companion. For the party. Since you'll be busy with your board members and I don't know anyone there and I'll be bored out of my skull—” “No.” “It’s a club girl. A… friend. Her name is Chrissy.” Silence. Then he smiled. “Alright. I’ll be sending —” The line went dead. Blake pushed off me slowly, like he had all the time in the world. He straightened his jacket, ran a hand through his hair, and turned to face me with that same calculated smile. I spoke first as I got down. “She treats you wrongly.” “I’ll take whatever she gives me as long as she’s not you.” He winked and turned away. He went to the paper, signed it and placed it back in my

Anna said. Oh, my goodness! Sara yelled, "I can't believe it!" as she heard the news. You've met David Miller, right? He's the Korean international banker, right? Anna, are you blind? That guy is drop-dead gorgeous with a killer body. But you are right about the womanizing; I've seen his pictures published in the most prestigious publications hundreds of times, and it's almost always with a beautiful woman on his arm.