Brett Cooper Nude Fakes Novels & Stories

"Everyone here, is this your model son-in-law? An unemployed deadbeat who lives off scamming women?" The relatives' curiosity ignited immediately. A few bold ones moved closer to examine the photos on the table. The pictures showed Caden and Zoe burning through my money on luxuries. One photo even caught Caden at a nightclub with his arms around two heavily made-up club women while he stuffed hundred-dollar bills down their cleavage. "Wait, isn't that Caden?" One of Zoe's uncles held up the nightclub photo with wide eyes. "Those women are barely dressed..." Caden's face went pale in an instant. He scrambled frantically to grab the photos. "Those are fake! He photoshopped them! He's trying to

Fucking bitch, you can have him…. Cooper dragged me down the stairs to the living room. I struggled to keep up with Brittany tailing behind. He pushed me to the couch and brought out documents from his briefcase. The bell rang and Brittany opened the door like she was already expecting someone. Two huge muscular men came in, they were putting on security uniforms. “I’m going to untie you and remove the gag, sign the divorce papers, and get the fuck out, either we do this the easy way or the hard way”, Cooper said coldly and I knew he would make good of the threat.

Cole’s eyes grew wide as he watched her squat over him. Brea grabbed his hard cock and aimed it up as she lowered herself onto it and impaled herself in one erotic downward shove. Cole’s body jumped and then stiffened as he groaned loudly. Brea then proceeded with said raping of her fiancé as she stroked her pussy up and down over his erection with a fevered pace. Cole reached up and tweaked both nipples with his fingers and he was panting harder than she was. “Brea, you are one hot babe!” He met her thrusts with his own.

He saw me as nothing but an obstacle to his true love, desperate to be free of me. His friends immediately offered suggestions. Until one proposed an idea that had everyone eagerly anticipating the outcome. "I've got the perfect plan—Travis, you fake your death at the wedding. We'll livestream it and watch her break down completely, crying her eyes out!" After saying this, the person seemed to realize they'd gone too far and stopped talking.

"You've forgotten your boyfriend," he said, grinning and gesturing to her phone. She giggled. "Oops," she said, smiling. "Sorry, guys," she said, typing at her phone. "I was having an orgasm." Duncan smiled, laying down. She smiled, holding the phone in one hand and reaching down to grip his cock with the other. Her phone buzzed and she clicked it, then smiled and showed him. It was a picture of the blonde, fully nude and playing with herself. It looked like Cooper had taken it.

After the call with Rosette, Kelsey changed into fresh, clean clothes, turned on her computer, and clicked on her mailbox. She took a good look at the file she copied from Cooper’s computer. Sure enough, Kelsey detected an issue. A significant portion of the raw materials procured by Cooper for the new urban development project were substandard, counterfeit products. Cooper likely pocketed a substantial amount of kickbacks from the deal, which he would use to expand his business. There was no way Kelsey would let him get away with it. That night, Kelsey mentioned to Tyler about running into Cooper when she and Rosette went to check out an office rental.

Brett's picture had been taken last night, while she was home, eating with Ugo and while Brett was supposedly at another business dinner. In the photo, Brett and Sheila Robbin were smiling intimately at each other, her hand was on his forearm as they stood outside a restaurant. The captions ranged between 'Billionaire-playboy is for everyone and no one.' Others speculated that he was hiding a broken heart over Daisy's infidelity by dating other women. "You have to trust me." Brett's words that morning rang in her head. She closed her browser, her breathing turned quick and her heartbeat too fast. Jealous confusion twisted her gut.

HE IS WAY OUT OF MY LEAGUE! I don’t remember much from our bar date. Like, I remember that he was THE MOST BEAUTIFUL man that I’ve ever seen and that I couldn’t stop complaining about my life and sister. Then when he texted me to remind me he is coming here, wrote his name and I googled it, I kind of almost choked. My fake date is Dante Evans. And who the hell is Dante Evans, you might ask? Ha. He is an actor. Like, the guy is a super popular actor who plays superheroes in movies. He is rich. Handsome. Funny and did I mention his abs?

But none of her pictures on F******k featured him. Sure, he was a big tech mogul, but he was still her father. Shouldn’t he be in at least one of her pictures? I looked up Barrett Gilford. Thousands upon thousands of hits popped up. I rolled my neck and stretched my arms out in front of me. Today was going to be a long day of research. Picture after picture of Berrett showed him with a gleaming teeth-whitened smile. Hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Not a wrinkle on his face, the product of using Botox. Everything about him seemed fake, even his spray tan.

Where on Earth did they get these pictures from? Even the ones with me and Wesley in that amusement park few days ago. How did they.... How did they get their hands on these?! "Oh god. There's so much more Kaitlyn." Louis who held out her phone to me said. I took her phone and started reading the headlines. Wesley Cooper is married? Wesley Cooper is married to his female bodyguard? World scandal? Multi-billionaire was actually blackmailed to get married to his female bodyguard! Female bodyguard and billionaire Playboy are actually married!