Cindy Mello Novels & Stories

"Mr. Kael chose me not because of my clothing size," Hellena interrupted swiftly, her voice rising slightly as she cut Cindy off mercilessly. "He needs a professional who can prepare financial reports without being off by a single cent, manage meetings with foreign investors across three different time zones, and ensure all confidential company documents remain free from public scandals. Can either of you do all that while maintaining a work efficiency rate above ninety percent?" Mita was left speechless. Meanwhile, Cindy clenched her fists as she realized she had been cornered in front of several employees who had begun stepping out of their offices to watch.

Maggie extended her hand and Cindy shook it fleetingly. “We’re friends of Soren,” Maggie said. “We saw you at Cafephany earlier.” Cindy stared at Maggie for a few moments and then smiled. “A, yes, I also saw you,” Cindy acknowledged and looked at Misha and Yana. “I’m Yana,” Yana introduced herself to Cindy and waved her hand. “I’m Misha.” Introduced herself to Cindy and smiled. “Where are you going?” Maggie asked Cindy. “At the MRT, on my way home.”

It took a long while for Helen to come to her senses. "Cindy? When did you come back to the country?" Cindy was supposedly studying abroad and would only return next year. Still, Cindy flashed a sweet smile right then, "Actually, I recently started a company with a partner, and we're aiming to get into the Riverton market. You have to help me out, Helen—business is booming in Lane Holdings, so you can't forget about the rest of us."

She grinned and all the anger in me evaporated. "Why the hell does her smile affects me" I thought frowning. "Good day sir" the ice cream vendor greeted me and I nodded "how much ice cream did she consumed" I asked and his next word shock to me, well not that I'm too shocked because I expected it after she ate five plates of pasta and three cans of Coca-Cola. I paid him and dragged away. MELISSA'S POV

Cindy had been live streaming for over two months and had gained considerable popularity on Tigernet, currently ranking in the top 100. Her success had even earned her an invitation to participate in the highly anticipated "Tigernet Night - Carnival of the Top 100 Internet Celebrities" event. Taking advantage of the summer break from school, Cindy had decided to stay in a rental house in Ridgeview instead of returning home. "Cindy, don't talk nonsense." Bob Flanders, the supervisor, winked at Cindy. After all, the keys to the villa had been sent to them. How could it not belong to him?

“Something urgent came up, that’s all. Just be careful—Tod has taken care of the online situation.” “Alright.” Amanda nodded. Her three babies were simply amazing. “Then I’m relieved. Bye-bye!” After Cindy hung up, Amanda frowned slightly. Meanwhile, Cindy was standing with Terry in front of the most luxurious, high-end club in Cindale—Royal No. 1. “Terry, let’s go in.” Micheal, that scumbag, was here today. He had even brought some woman along—not nearly as pretty as Fanny. It was the perfect chance to get some useful footage.

However, as three days ticked by, no one got to shake hands with the elusive Maverick. The following day, Celena had Cindy, the new assistant she had just brought on board, put together a few presents before they both headed over to the Sunflower Hotel. Cindy, who had just tossed her graduation cap with no real job experience under her belt, had never rubbed elbows with the high and mighty. So, she could not help but gawk at the lineup of business moguls and blue-blooded elites milling around as she stood at the entrance of the Sunflower Hotel.

Something tells me that it must be his mistress that he left to see. Allen walked quietly into the room, it was my girlfriend's bar, so no security dared stop me, I just followed Allen straight inside the room. “How did it go?” I heard a young lady's voice. It sounded like my girlfriend Joan but that was impossible, she was visiting her grandmother for the holiday. “Guess who isn't getting a breakup,” Allen laughed loudly. “That bitch thought she could just break up with me and leave me broke, that was a wide idea.” “She would be at your mercy…it's only a matter of time before you are the one heading The Rodriguez's group,” the lady added.

the woman answered slangily, and without hesitation, she pulled up a chair to sit next to Lawrence. Lawrence was unable to talk right away. He still looks shocked. I could not help but look at the woman in front of us—tall, slender body, corn-colored hair, silky complexion, and somewhat revealing clothing. She was wearing a mini skirt and a spaghetti strap top. Cindy cleared her throat to grab the attention of the visitor. “Oh, you have company!” she exclaimed. And that caught Lawrence’s attention. “Yes. By the way, this is Cindy, Carrick’s fiancée and her friend, Margaux,” Lawrence introduced us. “This is Terris Mondragon, a friend of mine.”

Tonight, it mixed with the faint scent of his own nervous sweat. Cindy was 28, a stunning NY model, she was a beauty with smooth tanned skin, full DD breasts that strained against any top she wore, a tiny waist, and an ass so round and juicy it made men stare in the streets of Golden Island. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her lips were always painted in a deep red shade that screamed "fuck me." Mark her husband was a 32 year old banker, who was average in every way. He had an average job in banking, average build, and an average 5-inch cock that had never quite satisfied her.