Charm Tracy Wolff Novels & Stories

I chuckled softly, "Tracy, you're a renowned star. When you uttered those words to me, did you consider the repercussions if I were to share them on the internet? Do you want your hard-earned image to be tarnished in an instant?" Tracy remained unfazed by my words and smirked triumphantly, "I've been in this industry for years. What haven't I experienced? Remember the last stampede scandal? The entire city was in an uproar, but in the end, it blew over. Why do you think I always get away with it? It is all because of Kingsley. It was true that I lost exposure for a month due to the scandal, but Kingsley still helped me secure a role in The Legend."

"Smells delicious." "Well, you know it is. I made it." She nibbled on a corn chip as Selby handed her the Dr. Pepper. Tracey's vibrant red hair kept falling into her face, forcing her to keep tucking it behind her ear. Even sitting on the stool, she couldn't look Selby eye-to-eye. Standing, she was only five-five, and every inch was a treat for the eyes. Her hair fell just below her shoulders, pointing to a firm heart-shaped ass Selby just loved to watch walk back to the bakery. Her breasts were firm handfuls that always seemed to have hard nipples pointing out of her blouses. She was petite, but strong. People would not take advantage of Tracey Williams easily, and she ran her business with

Tracy’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “When you put it that way, it sounds terrible.” “It sounds perfect,” she corrected, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “I’m glad I could help, even if I would have preferred a less terrifying method.” I squeezed back, grateful beyond words for her friendship, her acceptance, her humor in the face of something that should have traumatized her. “Your secret is safe with me,” Tracy said, growing more serious. “Always. And if you ever need someone to help you understand this whole wolf thing, or just someone to talk to about it, I’m here.”