Breakfast Club Allison Novels & Stories

Delia said and hung up. Confused, Allison checked the latest news and her eyes widened when the first thing she saw is herself. The thing that shocked her most was the headline and the pictures and she brought her hands to cover her mouth. 'Breaking: The slut who seduced the CEO of Bruce enterprise'

which was seen by Allison just now and she gets to know why Allison is asking Allen, even though she wanted to tell Allen about this but she just is silent because she doesn't want to interfere with their matters as she already has so much in her plate, then she goes back to her work, On the other side: Allen gets to the club where he meets with his friends, he is happy as he didn't even think why Allison is asking him to meet, when Allen enters inside the room, he looks at Allison who is sitting with a wine glass on his hand, Allen frown in confusion as he knows that Allison doesn't drink and only does it when he is stressed or angry to calm himself down, he walks to him and asked confused

It was my favorite breakfast—bacon and scrambled eggs. "You still remember my favorite breakfast?" I asked with a smile. "You should eat, or I’m going to trash it in the bin," she said, and I nodded with a smile before digging in. "Aren’t you eating?" I asked. "I already had breakfast with my family. In case you’re wondering, Liam is with Aunt Hilda. I have to go to work, so make sure you’re done eating before I come back," Allison said and went toward her room.

She air-kissed near my cheek and flitted away to greet someone else, her wedge heels clicking on the hardwood. I grabbed a small plate and started loading it up. The bacon-wrapped dates were calling my name, along with what looked like mini crab cakes with some kind of aioli. “Maren fucking Cole.” I turned around so fast I nearly dropped my plate. Allison stood there grinning, holding a Moscow Mule in a copper mug. She looked fantastic—same mischievous sparkle in her eyes, but her style had evolved. She wore high-waisted black jeans and a silk camisole, her hair cut into a sharp asymmetrical bob with honey-blonde highlights.

Bexley argued right back. "Bitch, just shut up. I don't have the energy to trade words with you." Allison pointed the knife at her and returned to chopping the vegetables. "You better not get me disappointed at the Charity dinner next week. Serve well, and your account will fatten. The organizers are the Redds." "How I hate that family, but what can be done? I have to make this money!" Bexley pressed her lips. "Yeah we got to!" Allison winked. "But Valhalla Club is making my blood boil. Who exactly are these people?"

No one dared question her. She worked nonstop. Lost track of time. Lisa even flew in from Boston to check on her. Since it was rare they got to hang out now, they went out for Korean food. “You? Choosing this place?” Lisa teased. “Since when do you do loud and crowded? I thought you only did quiet, overpriced spots.” Allison grinned and tapped her stomach. “I’ve been craving ginseng chicken soup all day. I was in meetings thinking about it. I swear I almost started drooling.”

I grabbed anyone I could find and desperately asked if they knew Allison. Finally, I found her on the rooftop, dressed in an incredibly expensive outfit. I grabbed her and demanded, "Where's my money, Allison? Give me back my money and cards! Why the hell did you freeze my account?" Even behind her mask, I could see the panic in her eyes. She shoved me away to put distance between us. "I don't know who you are, sir," she said. "You have the wrong person." That was the final straw. Gritting my teeth, I snapped, "Drop the act! I know it's you, Allison Strong. I know everything! I just want my money back from all these years. Do you have any idea that was Noel's life-saving money?"

"I was hoping I would be eating lunch alone. I hate eating in front of others. For some reason, it felt like torture, even though everyone has to eat and it's a totally normal thing to do." Jensen and his friends got to the table where Allison was sitting. Jensen spoke first. "Hey guys, this is Allison Jane; she prefers to go by Allison or Alllie though. Allison, these are my friends. Devon, George, Grace, Heather, and Kyle." They all sat down and started gossiping with each other.

It was already their routine and Claire was comfortable with it. Henry looked at the watch, it was almost time for lunch break, he was leaving work early, mostly because he had planned to see Allison. They were going to have lunch together and catch up. He had forgotten all about it till she called him two days ago to follow up on the statement she made. He agreed, he did need a break.

Her face turned serious as she regarded me. "I'll put that in mind." I smiled warmly at her, I could feel my face warming as I looked around. "So? What can I get you for breakfast?" Allison flicked her hair behind her ear, her face now serious. "And don't even start with that 'I'll get something for myself when I'm ready'. Decide on it right now." "How about you surprise me? I'm not the picky type." I smirked evilly at the fake annoyed look on her face.