Do You Take This Man Denise Williams Novels & Stories

“Tell me the gist.” “Well, I can say for a fact that man is fucked. He came to work with his beard not even shaved. Man’s going through a rough time. Moments of regret.” “You think so?” I scoffed. “Williams isn’t regretting that he cheated on me with my twin sister or that he threw me out after divorcing me. He’s upset because I’m happy! His ego’s been bruised and I know him… he might look like he’s going through hell, but he’s a devil. He’ll bounce back, and that’s when the game gets interesting. But right now? He’s still in denial.”

He had graying hair and muscular arms. The man looked Denise up and down with a lustful gaze, making her uncomfortable. “So you're Joaquim's niece? Have a seat.” He gestured for her to sit in the chair across from him. “Now, what's your name again?” “Denise da Silva Souza,” she answered. “How old are you, Denise?” “I'm twenty-one.”

Ryker’s POV I stood perfectly still. Like if I moved even an inch, the words that had just come out of his mouth would settle into reality permanently. “Pardon me, sir,” I said slowly, my voice shaky. “I don’t think I got that.” The man sitting behind the desk adjusted his glasses and looked down at the papers again like he was discussing the weather. “Denounced, Mr. Williams. Your scholarship has been denounced.” My stomach dropped so violently it felt physical.

Jims added. Denise, who felt that her complaint was not heard, chased the man. He even managed to grab Mr. Jims' hand and stop him. "Master Jims… Master Jims, wait!" Denise called. "What else do you want to talk about? I don't have time for your lies anymore," Mr. Jims replied coldly, pushed Denise's hand away, and left the boy. Denise returned to her two friends and pouted. He looked lethargic.

He challenged, his gray eyes icing everywhere around. Dana swallowed but she said nothing and sipped her wine. "She is going to ruin the plan." She told him. "He seems very determined. He seems not to care." "You're too impatient. That's your damned problem, Dana." He said dropping his cutlery down carefully. "I am Denver Fucking Williams. I get what I want. Now what I want is to solely reap from the billions that Todd O'Connor will make me. I have a binding contract. What else do I need?"

All battling the bloodlust inside them, wanting to do something to make a difference. Fighting to keep hold of his club, William banged on the table. "I have not dismissed this meeting yet." "It's not yours to dismiss. It's my old lady he's got, not yours. This is my problem, and I'll fuckin' take care of it." Liam had never openly defied his president at the table, but he felt strongly about this. No one cared more about Denise than he did, and if anyone was going to get her back it would be him. He would crawl through a desert with no water, walk barefoot over a road of glass, but nothing was going to stop him from getting her back to her family where she belonged.

I did not expect him to speak on it himself, "Yeah. I know. Okay maybe it was kind of deliberate. And also, I know she has other flaws, I mean, she likes my boss. She tells me to my face, but she still lets me have her, and not him. She is submissive and loses all the uprightness she usually has around me, not him. Denise has past trauma, I am trying to help her heal from it. Please, let me." I watched him, my eyes the size of saucers. I mean, Denise was submissive? My childhood friend? Were we even speaking of the same girl here? Because the Denise I knew had no single submissive bone in her body… I nodded at what he had said eventually, and I assured him, "I promise, it would only be a sma

"Chance for what?" Denise smiled sweetly. “A chance to get to know me. It doesn't feel fair to me that I came all the way here only to be kicked out violently, without you giving us a chance to get to know each other." Denise then threw a challenge to Victor, knowing that a man's ego would be challenged if provoked like that. “I want you to try to get to know me intensely for a whole week and if after that there isn't any interest growing from you for me, I'll go away. I'll just satisfied because I tried. " Victor was silent, staring at the woman in front of him. Oh, yes. Victor knew that Denise was not an ordinary woman, she was not a woman of the British nobility who was weak and flabby, w

In what way am I worse than you? The more Denise spoke, the more agitated she became. The hand holding the silver knife tightened subconsciously, and a bright red mark instantly appeared on Vivian's pale neck. The faint smell of scorching flesh only seemed to excite Denise further. "As long as you're gone, Damien will finally see me for who I am. He'll be with me! Come with me!" With one hand holding the knife to Vivian's throat and the other dragging her, Denise forced her out of the ceremony hall.

"Becca, babe, I was wrong. From now on, if Denise or Kate ever come to me for help again, I swear I'll ignore them. Please, forgive me!" His eyes reddened instantly. "Oh? That's it?" I sneered and tossed my phone in front of him, tapping on a video. "Don't you want to explain this?" It was a video Denise sent me last night. NSFW. In it, a man's body—mosaic-blurred but unmistakably male—lay naked on a bed, hands gripping Denise as they moved passionately. I only saw it this morning. I'd had my suspicions, but with the mosaic face and Jason's clarifications yesterday, I'd convinced myself it was her and someone else—just a sick tactic to disgust me.