Bradley Bradshaw Novels & Stories

“That’s exactly why they won’t. Brad Shaw can drown in scandals and no one blinks because they’re used to his antics. But you—Mr. Perfect? They’ll devour this story and cling to it for as long as they can.” Brad is one of our competitors. Unlike me, let’s just say he’s known for scandals. From partying like an animal to sleeping with his stepmom, you name it, there isn’t a scandal that doesn’t have Shaw’s name on it.

said Oswin, cutting Sean off and sitting bolt upright as if to compete with Brad to show off who was taller. "Oh, yeah?" Brad smirked. "Give me an example of your top qualities because if you look closely, just the outside appearance alone, you're already pale in comparison. Look at my clothes. These are all designer clothes and limited editions," he said, eying Oswin up and down. "As for you, tsk... are those pieces even worth being called 'clothes'?"

He wanted to be in a position close enough to the platform for his bids to register, but at the same time — for no good reason — he wanted to be out of the sight line of the people on the stage, the girls being auctioned off, and one girl in particular. Brad was 29 years old. He had his MBA from University of California in marketing, and had been with Aerospace Technologies for three years. Prior to his graduate work at Cal, he had been a lieutenant in the Army Rangers. From his very first day at AT, he had been its top salesman. (His leading position resulted from having made a sale on his very first sales call.) At six feet three with sandy hair and brilliant blue eyes, he was very attract

“You’re my mate, my Luna, and one day, my wife. So yes, I can buy you nice things—learn to accept them.” I smile at his words, mate, Luna, and wife. “Then thank you for the gift, and your black card.” I laugh. “Here, this card is yours, it’s linked to my account and it’s unlimited.” “Wyatt!” “Thank you, Wyatt, practice makes perfect…” He winks, laughing. “Thank you…. Wyatt.” I grit out. My fancy new car pulls itself out front, something Jade did. She said it’s a summon thing on the cars app. I’ll never get used to this thing.

he added, taking a sip of his champagne. She recalled telling him she worked for Maxine Roberts, she found it hard to believe he didn't make the connection. "I didn't know you were related ... I thought your last name was Winthrop?" "Oh ... Bradley had always used his mother's maiden name rather than Roberts ever since he wanted to dive in in the industry ... he didn't want to get any privileges, you see, he even applied to be a professor at Arch through the mail under a pseudonym," Maxine's laughed hid a hint of pride, she patted him on the back.

Leah smiles at me, "Luna perhaps we should go do a bit of shopping, maybe buy some items that would show at bit more of that knock out body of yours? Braddock growls as he places a plate filled with eggs, bacon, potatoes and fruit in front of me, "a few items but nothing too skimpy," he glares at Cynthia and she smiles at him sweetly.

In an instant, the three of them became flustered! Barry was the first to speak, "Do you know who I am? I'm a shareholder of the Warner Group. You—" "You're a shareholder of the Warner Group?" Bradley entered the office with a commanding stride, his gaze unyielding as he focused on the unfamiliar face before him. "I have never seen you at any board meetings."

Bradley… Help! —---------------------------