Cherry Lane Novels & Stories

Cherry’s response to Patricia in a low tone. “That’s just in your mind. Now use what you learned from your previous job to attract Dark. As far as I know, there is no love between them, so that’s how he treated you.” Cherry blew air out of her mouth and nodded to the lady. She just doesn’t have a family and lives on the street. She is known by the name Cherry, and she works as an entertainer. “I tried to seduce him last night. But after the kiss, he seemed to distance himself from me.”

His Forgotten Luna *The Next day* Cherry waited patiently in the restaurant where she had told Lucy to meet her up as she messaged Tyler. "I'm already there so you all should get ready! She messaged the two of them at once and just then she saw Lucy coming in. Now it's time for her to act.

Trees and colorful flowers surrounded the structures, almost making them invincible and lonely but at the same time, appealing. Tamara drove down the end of the lane and pulled the car into the driveway, curiously observing the parking space before parking the car in the roomy garage by the house. The time on the dashboard proclaimed 8:30 pm. She was late but still right on time because her fiancé’s car was not there in the garage.

Be seductive. "Hmm, are you related to Jasmine Young Adana?" Cherry bats her eyelash. She is aware that Gold the soloist's son, but she still wants to hear him say it. The golden boy is right. Cherry is the easiest one to please. It's obvious that she's attracted to Gold. "She's my mother...."

She winked at him, then shrunk slightly under Rowan’s gaze, happy to leave them to it. Rowan moved to a more private booth to the side, declining the club’s drinks and offer of other women until Cherry came to them. “Well. Hi there, big boy.” Rowan’s eyes flicked up at the stripper approaching them. A cherry hair clip was pressed to the side of her red-pink hair, which waved down in loose curls. Her bright red lipstick glistened under the strobe lights, and thick make-up made her blue eyes pop. Cleavage was on show in some lingerie get-up with holey stockings and high heels.

I put my tools away, close the garage door and get in my truck. Do I know where Cherry Lane is? she asked me. What a joke. Everyone in Greenville knows Cherry Lane. It’s a private drive onto Robertson’s Lake, with more acreage than the rest of the lake houses combined. The last I heard, it was empty. I guess the city girl and her family bought it up for a fun little summer place or something. For a brief second as I’m driving, I think about dressing up. Maybe the one good shirt I have left, now that Donna took off with my other one last night. Or maybe stop in town and pick up a polo or something. But then I come to my senses.

Slowly she relaxed enough to pull down her dress as Cherry turned the car into the car park of what appeared to be a small, private club. The name above the door was 'Restrain Yourself'. Looking very flushed indeed, Cherry led the way through the large panelled door and into an air-conditioned lobby. Behind the small reception desk was a tall blonde girl in an immaculate, white silk shirt. "Good afternoon," she said. "How may we help you?" Cherry looked slightly abashed, but this place was her choice so she knew she would have to deal with it. "Yes, we'd like to hire a room for a while."

She hated this part of the process. Harbor City Carpet wasn't a giant building. The business set directly off Harbor City Boulevard, their parking lot only big enough to hold seven vehicles while employees parked around back. The front was all tinted glass with rolls of carpet displayed from the inside. Concrete steps led up to a glass door with a giant welcome sign hanging from the middle handlebar on the inside. With a deep breath, Cherish pulled open the door—then realized she should have pushed. This is a great start. She pushed the door open and stepped into the air-conditioned showroom.

She had not gone too far earlier thus she arrived at Lebron's hotel pretty soon. Cherry had been waiting in silence since she hung up the phone. Upon discovering the approaching footsteps and the door being pushed open, the corners of her lips twitched upward into a sly smile. The other woman seemed really impatient!!! “Something interesting is going to happen soon,” someone in Larry’s private room commented.

"Don't say sad things. When do I get to be a gigolo again if you're gone, huh?" A soft laugh escaped her. "You are unbelievable!" "I see you've finally brought someone with you," Cherry said, walking toward me with a radiant smile. I rose, awkwardly unsure how to start, but she instantly eased my nerves as she took my hands. "Hi, my dear," she said warmly. "I'm Cherry. My husband and I run this café, and your friend here is a very regular customer... and quite bothersome as well." Her mock whisper made me chuckle.