Charlotte Opening Novels & Stories

“Yes. Adrian thought it would be fun. He’s having an event there, and we could celebrate your birthday too.” Charlotte's face lit up. “I'd be glad! That sounds amazing, Mom!” I couldn't help but smile back. The excitement in her eyes was worth every worry I'd had. Just then, the doorbell rang. Charlotte jumped up. “I'll get it!” she said, hurrying to the door. I followed her, feeling curious. She opened the door to find a delivery man standing there, holding a clipboard and a huge box. “Is this Katherine's house?” he asked, looking down at his notes.

she said, feigning a pitiful expression. "I'm engaged to her husband, and publicly introduced as his woman, it must've hurt her terribly." Claire's tone softened as she crouched down beside her on the bed, embracing her and placing a soothing pat on her back. "No, dear. Don't say that, okay? It's not your fault," she said, her voice filled with tenderness. I watched in pain, my chest tightening with emotion. She had never spoken to me with such kindness before. My lips parted, about to speak, when Desmond's voice cut in, his tone scolding. "Charlotte, do you realize what you've done?" He asked angrily.

By closing, several more big orders had come in - damn the holidays - and there was a massive mess waiting in the back kitchen. Exhausted, Charlotte finally bid Julian, and her tiny blue death-trap on wheels, ‘goodnight’ as she made her way up the cracked ‘walk’ to her shared apartment. With a mind caught up on dinner and a long bath, the girl at first hadn't thought much about the lack of apartment lights. Normally, Romy would at least leave the porch glowing for her… And then Lotte got the front door open and paused. Sounds… smells… and motions that resembled chimps on viagra, Charlotte was now face to face with her Aunt’s bare ass.

“Here it is.” He pushed her hand back. “You can have it. I already gave it to you. If you don’t want it, you can throw it in the trash.” She took the card back. “It’s better off with me.” Connor smirked. Everyone’s gaze was on them. “So, what time am I leaving tomorrow?” Charlotte asked. “9 a.m.,” Earl replied. “You’ll need to take a tour around the company for the CEO welcoming party.” “Hmm,” Charlotte hummed. “You could have told me there was a party tomorrow.”

Charlotte will come to you at 3pm and I need you to keep her there until 9pm Reece – I was planning on closing early anyway. Bring her in, I am excited about getting started. Jack – Sweet, Ryan and Grant will accompany her. I now just needed to let Grant and Ryan know what was going on. I spared another glance at the computer and saw that Charlotte was buy working again. I kept watching her as I called Grant. “Yep” “You mean yes boss”. “Nope, I saw the sad look on Charlottes face when she got out of the car this morning. I am guessing you are the cause”.

"Sorry about that, Mr. McKaine. I tried hard to be a good girl, but I guess there's something about taxis that turns me on." I kiss the top of her head. "I better just buy it then. Who knows when we might need to take another ride?" She chokes at my terrible pun. Just as we are beginning to relax into one another, a bang against the door leading out of the garage and into the warehouse shakes us back into reality. "Hey boss, you done in there yet?" Charlotte looks mortified. "There are people here. People who can hear us?" "Nobody you need to worry about," I smirk. "Just a few of my men, a hairdresser, a masseuse, and a stylist,

Unlike Charlotte. About twenty minutes later, the front door opened. Charlotte walked in. My mouth fell open when I saw her. She wore a short red dress that barely covered her thighs. It was tight, low-cut at the front, showing a lot of her breasts. Her makeup was heavy, and she had on high heels that made her legs look longer. She looked like she was going to a club, not a friend’s place. “I’m going out,” she said, grabbing her purse. “Don’t wait up.”

Paul nodded before gesturing to the apartment. “Come upstairs.” “I shouldn’t, not like this,” I said, gesturing to my hands. “She doesn’t need to see this.” “No, probably not.” He said as he stepped back away from the car, waiting for me, and I sighed before climbing out anyway. We walked up the stairs in silence, and he unlocked the door before slowly opening it. Charlotte was curled up on one end of the couch, wearing an oversized sweatshirt with a blanket draped across her lap.

Before I could even process what the message was even about, another bubble popped up—a video file. I hesitated for a second, then tapped it. The screen filled with the garish colors of some tropical set—bright flowers, palm leaves, fake tiki torches. A large banner read HAWAII LOVE HUNT – Valentine’s Day Special. And in the middle of the screen… was Charlotte dressed very provocatively and talking about her sex life. And how she opened an Onlyfans. I saw men lined up with balloons each one popped after her introduction. The camera panned down—lingering on her body in a way that made my stomach twist.

Charlotte nodded wordlessly making her scoff in annoyance before she returned her eyes to the computer screen. She stood there waiting for her to speak but it's as if she had forgotten Charlotte was even waiting. Charlotte cleared her throat making the brunette look up with an eye roll. "I'm sorry but unfortunately I don't see any appointments." She was laying, how could she know if she had an appointment or not, if she hadn't even bothered to ask her name.