Double Jill Dahlia Novels & Stories

I had 7 of them that I asked. “let the party begin” Matias yelled and the music was turned up. I walked down to the snack bar to get some snacks when I felt someone approach me. It was a girl not so older than I was, she had beautiful blonde hair and the most charming blue eyes. She smiled at me and proceeded to put a cupcake on her plate, I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she looked very creepy. “hi, you must be Camila, I’m Danielle but everyone calls me Danie” she introduced pushing her hand out for me to shake. I shook it.

"I always doubted to what extent you were willing to inflate your sense of self but I just realized I no longer need the answer to that. Tell me though, how did you know we were here?" " Lily told me." " Dahlia's cousin . The girl you cheated on her with?" Evans frowned. " Don't try to rub it in my face." "I'm just asking a question. Fighting you is not particularly interesting unless of course you get into my space. For now I have what I want." Evans gulped down the rest of his drink, then looked at me like I owed him ten million dolls" Look, I have no fucking clue what you are up about. Probably you are drunk but this is what I need to tell you. Dahlia can't have a job."

“You need to familiarize yourself with this space and everything about Kim. To make it easy for you, Dahlia will be assisting.” Before I could ask who Dahlia was, a woman stepped out of the kitchen as if on cue. He introduced her as Dahlia, his trusted Personal Assistant. “Dahlia is going to assist you with everything you need. She’s going to make this whole process easy for you. Listen to her and do everything she tells you.” With that, he left us alone. Dahlia didn’t waste any time after Julian left. “Come along, Miss Martinez,” she said, her voice calm and professional. “We have work to do.”

"Face it Jill. We have no clothing. No bathing suits. And I bet the road will be in no shape to go out shopping tomorrow. We have no privacy in this one room cabin. And everyone here has seen your lower half already. Shit, Alex is getting a helluva show right now. Just show us your tits already. It's just tits." "I'll be damned if the only ones to show skin are going to be the women." Jill said. "Oh, fuck it." She stood and pulled off her towel, turned, folded it and bent over to place it on the couch where she'd been sitting. "I'm glad I lost 14 lbs since February." Seeing her ass and most of her moist pussy as she bent over, I was glad she'd decided to play the game.

The intern scrambled after her, heels clicking desperately against the marble floor. "Ma'am, please! You really can't—" But Gena was already pushing open the heavy glass door. The scene inside made her blood boil even hotter than she'd anticipated. Jax stood behind his massive oak desk, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, looking devastatingly handsome as always. And there, perched on the edge of his desk with her legs crossed, flipping through a design catalogue, was her—Delilah. The homewrecker. The whore who'd humiliated her daughter in front of their entire social circle.

Skin against skin. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink. I just stared. Damien’s hand slid down the curve of her waist. Her hair spilled over his chest. A familiar scent hit me, floral and expensive. Chanel No. 5. My mother’s perfume. The bouquet slipped from my hands, hitting the hardwood with a dull thud. The sound made Damien’s head jerk up. His eyes met mine over her shoulder. His pupils dilated. His mouth fell open. “Elara.”

she sincerely complimented. I pointed at her. "So do you," I said with a smile. Jill blushed shyly, feeling a little uncomfortable with being the center of attention. She was wearing an indigo gown with pure-white gloves; matching heels; sapphire-blue jewelry; a light amount of dark makeup; and her light brown hair was loose and wavy down her back. She looked older than fifteen years of age, yet she still looked youthful.

Almost instantly, Dahlia grabbed me by the hair and forced my head down towards her neck. Surprisingly, Dahlia didn’t move away like what she would have normally done out of embarrassment whenever we’d get intimate. Instead, she pushed her legs even closer towards me, further revealing her white thighs from under her skirt while still fondly cradling the back of my head in her hand. “Make it quick… We’re busy.” I involuntarily inhaled Dahlia’s smell of honey, milk, and cherries. It was so intoxicating that my hands clasped her tighter even without a second thought.

She tilted her head, her smile widening slightly. “I think I know how you can make Rhaella fear you,” she said softly. “Enough to make her never question your authority again.” Jason’s fingers froze on the keyboard and slowly, he turned to face her; interest flickering in his eyes. Dahlia held his gaze, the smile still on her lips. He thought this was about him… about what he wanted. But, he had no idea she was playing her own game. Jason leaned back in his chair, rubbing his fingers together slowly, a dark expression settling on his face.

We got out of the elevator and I was about to ask the secretary if Dahlia had arrived when the other elevator dinged and Dahlia walked out, breathing heavily like she had run here. “I’m… so sorry… I overslept” She murmured and I smirked as I took in her outfit. Her breast rose and fell as she breathed and that turned me on more than it should. “Dahlia, what are you doing here? What is this?” Kade asked with his eyes wide as he turned to me. “Dahlia is my new personal assistant so I won't be needing your assistance again” I uttered and his face turned grave. “No, anyone but her. You…”