Chica X Roxy Novels & Stories

On the floor are my black Chuck Taylor hightops. "Hmm! Not bad," I say picking up the shorts, "Not bad at all." Roxy knows how to blend in colors even though she mostly wears just one color, black. She comes back to the room and helps me do my hair. I choose to wear mascara only and just a little dab of lip gloss will do. Once I'm fully dressed, and had my breakfast, Roxy informs me that she already called an Uber for me and I squeak. "You are such an angel. Take care of Snow." I hug her and she smiles.

He’s being cruel/ Raya growled. “So you’ve saved the best till last then, I’ll forgive the late introduction,” Roxie purred, keeping her hand planted in his. Dex grinned and matched her flirting, “it certainly looks that way.” “I see we are matching,” as Roxie stepped forward, opening her shiny black leather jacket to put the material nearer to his. In doing so she knowingly displayed all her perfect curves at him, the tight mini dress highlighting everything down to the pink bra straps. Her grey eyes shone and my desire to run from this car crash was overwhelming. “Your jacket is older, darker,” she said, her eyes flitting up to his as she positioned herself near him. “it means business,” h

“I had a hunch and I metal-scanned Tequila and she did the same to me. It was in her wrist Bry. Her fucking wrist!” “Woah!” His orbs widened. “We need to get it removed quickly and really carefully.” “We already got rid of it Bry. One wrong move and I could’ve lost her.” Storm’s voice took a low tone as he ran his hand through his hair out of frustration. “That’s wild.” Bryan mumbled, still in shock. “Find the rat Bryan. For Ro- Teq, that much is true. “Yes boss.” Bryan smiled at his close slip-up. “I know she goes by Roxy, Storm.” Bryan looked up at him and Storm couldn’t wipe off the dreamy smile on his face as Bryan spoke about her.

"Don't worry about that, Mr. Xavier already provided you with everything you need - outfits, shoes, jewelry, and even a standby makeup artist. Check your phone, you should have received your payment already." Roxy screamed into the phone, her excitement overflowing. "Oh my gosh, thank you so much, Cynthia!" For a few moment, her mind went to Jaxon. It was because of him all of these were happening. He'd taken her to Greece, introduced her to Mr Xavier and gotten her the deal. She felt a pang of guilt as she spoke with Cynthia. Maybe she was being too much and ungrateful? She really didn't know. Cynthia chuckled. "I know you're excited, but this is just the beginning of our success together.

Roxy slid into the seat beside me, crossed her legs, and poured herself a whiskey. “June, this is Adrien. Adrien, June,” she said casually. “She’s my new friend.” I raised a brow. “Since when do you make friends?” “Since today,” she answered, lifting her glass. I glanced at June again. “Is she even old enough to drink?” Roxy shrugged. “Old enough to keep up.” Then she winked at a blonde across the room. The girl got up immediately and moved toward us. Roxy leaned close to June, brushing her lips against her ear.

They were always attached but never touching. "Thank you, Enzo, You look decent, I guess." I teased with a smile. "Chiara, you look like a proper princess and I love it." I gave her cheek a kiss and she returned one to me. "Thanks Sol. You do look stunning." I gave Chiara a small smile and my eyes drifted to Roxy. Did I look more gorgeous than her was the question though.

I squeeze my thighs together. “It looks to me, girl like you have a wild crush on him. There’s nothing wrong with it. If you like him, you like him, Roxy. I can’t wait for the after party. I sure do want to meet his friend, Ford. We could have a wicked time,” she says licking her lips. Again, I have to roll my eyes. Even from all the way up here and him down there on the ice, the chemistry between us is electric. God help us both.

I swipe my tongue over his tip, bobbing my head up, and down, taking more of him as I do. My palm strokes the rest that I can't fit into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks as I find a pattern I like. Swipe, suck, stroke. I haven't given a man head before, but the groans, and grunts leaving his mouth tells me I am doing something right. His foot in between my legs moves slightly rubbing my Honeypot. My body jerks at the unexpected move. “Just like that baby. Faster.” he groans. I move faster, bobbing my head faster as I stroke him. My moves become sloppy as I can't seem to get both my hands, and mouth in rhythm.

We'd made it this far—maybe this time, nothing would blow up. And I needed to see who that girl was. "Let's go." I followed her out. Cold wind hit me like a slap as we jumped into the app-booked ride. Felicity kept replaying the PI's video, looping it nonstop. The girl's silhouette... weirdly familiar. I leaned in. Felicity whispered, "Lydia... that back kinda looks like you." I stared. Yeah, it kinda did. But with how wild she got last time, I wasn't about to feed that fire.

Her hair was a shade of strawberry blonde inclining towards red, just like autumn leaves under the bright sun. "Calm down, Lisa", said Aiden, evidently annoyed at her. "Oh please! You were the one worried about her, the whole night.", she said, before calling out for someone named 'Brandon.' I heard footsteps making their way through the stairs while they talked. "I was not.", he replied, grimly. Lisa let out a fake laugh, punching his arm lightly. " Next time, don't dine on your nails or be all handsy with your hair while fretting to make it more convincing", she said, cackling loud, once again.