Delilah Green Doesn't Care Novels & Stories

I smirk. Placing her finger on my chest she moves close enough to kiss. "Just because I'm the only Greyson daughter you haven't fucked doesn't mean you can disregard me," Delilah's eyes spark with anger. "I am your way in, Mr. Davis. I've appreciated our working relationship over the past year, but I want to make something very clear," she leans in and places her lips just above my ear. "You lost me the love of my life with your little explosion stunt. You are a loose cannon and I will not risk myself on your whims. Don't cross me." Standing up straight, she gives me her sunniest smile.

He was calm as usual, “That’s Jacob,” he said looking at me. “She’s Clarissa,” he said without looking at him. “Nice meeting you, Miss Green,” Jacob said, “Nice meeting you too,” I replied. This is gonna be a long dinner night! Jesus! Author’s Note:- Hey Guys, What do you think will happen next? Comments your thoughts below and do like the book and follow me for more. Thank you, Love you all.

"Riezel seems like a lovely person. I'm sure you'll grow to like her once you get to know her better." I glanced up at him, trying to gauge his reaction. But instead of looking convinced, he just raised an eyebrow at me. "You really think so, Delilah?" he asked, his voice skeptical. "You think I'm just being paranoid?" I nodded, trying to appear confident. "Yes, I do. Riezel is beautiful, intelligent, and charming. What's not to like?" I described Riezel's perfect appearance to him, from her long, curly brown hair to her piercing green eyes. I told him about her elegant smile and her poised demeanor. But no matter how hard I tried to convince him, Raphael just shook his head.

Joshua encourages: "Share with us what you are thinking." The woman with curly hair like springs is looking more serious than ever. It is almost as if Emanuele can see the businesswoman who appeared in the pictures on the Internet. "That woman, whoever she is, didn't have a good plan. She didn't even try to wear gloves to avoid her tracking, or bother to wear anything that would hide her identity. All that motivated her was hate." The three are silent as Alexandra stands up and starts pacing back and forth, still clarifying her reasoning.

She fit perfectly there, as if she had been made for my hands. “You’re not what?” I asked, pulling back just enough to watch her face. Her green eyes were furious, hungry. “Not wet right now? Not remembering how hard you came when I fucked you through that second orgasm? Tell me, Delilah. Lie to me. I enjoy watching you try.” Her hand came up, pressing against my chest. She was not pushing me away, but not pulling me closer either. My little storm was testing me. “You’re arrogant.”

“It’s honestly disgusting. I’m this close to burning Nick’s car.” “Don’t,” Delilah says quickly, though there’s a faint, conflicted smile tugging at her lips. “I feel like things are finally calming down a bit. I could use a day without people glaring at me.” She pauses, then adds under her breath, “Though… the idea of burning Liam’s car is very appealing.”

It was a small, private affair with only the inner circle, Matteo, and the few soldiers who were more like family. Matteo stood at the altar as the best man, looking uncharacteristically nervous as he adjusted his suit. Then, the music started. It was a slow, haunting melody played on a cello. Delia appeared at the top of the stone stairs. She was wearing a gown of ivory silk that seemed to catch the sunlight, making her glow. She walked toward the altar barefoot, her toes brushing against the warm stone. She had refused to wear heels ever since the night in the woods, and Leandro thought she looked perfect.

She was in preschool now, her world revolving around finger paints, mispronounced words, new discoveries and the relentless belief that she could convince her father to let her stay up past bedtime if she blinked just the right way. On a Friday evening, Calix and Delilah were getting ready for a date night, their first in months, and the atmosphere was one of excited anticipation. Delilah stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, slipping into a black silk dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She hadn’t worn it in over a year, but tonight was special. Her hair was styled in a sleek, elegant bun, and her face was radiant with a soft, natural glow, the picture

Li-lah stared at her phone for a very long time. She'd promise herself not to involve anyo else in her plans and be was the last person she wanted to get involved in this but she had vowed to do anything to get her revenge and she was going to stick to her guns no matter what, she dialled up the number and waited. 'Hello?' 'Hello-' she paused again, weighing up her options. This wasn't going to be easy. "Hello? This is Delilah Sanchez."

Delilah reached out to the iced coffee and in the blink of an eye she dumped the iced coffee over Delilah. "Do not mistake me for Dimitri or your father even. I am not someone you lower your gaze at have some respect. I could strangle you right here but I'm trying to hold myself." Delilah screams at Arielle who's gaze was focused to the table. Arielle's body vibrated in anger she heaves multiple breaths trying to keep calm instead of going ballistic. Delilah had the power of the media here, she couldn't risk making a bad name just to get a fight out of it.