Dr Pamela Isley Novels & Stories

Sara nodded, looking worried. ***** Pamela At the White mansion, Pamela left the private gym with determined steps, her hair still tied in a high ponytail and her skin slightly damp from the intense workout. She walked down the elegant hallway to the living room, where the golden light highlighted the soft tones of the minimalist decor. She sat down on the light-colored sofa, picked up her phone from the coffee table, and swiped her finger across the screen impatiently.

“Mrs. Moses, are you not satisfied after last night and this morning?” “Don’t be impatient. Your husband still has a lot left. We can continue tonight.” Sally’s grip on her phone faltered, and she nearly threw her phone onto the ground. If it weren’t for the fact that Mr. Zimmer and the director were still in front of her, she would have started calling him a b*stard! Sighing, she pursed her lips and asked, “Is your client a man or a woman?” “A woman.” Elijah replied without hesitance. “She isn’t half as pretty or gentle as you.”

And now here they were, crammed in for what might be their last family trip before the kids scattered to their separate adult lives. A hand rested lightly on his thigh. Dominic glanced to his right and found Pamela smiling at him. At thirty-nine, she looked almost more striking than when they’d first met a decade ago sharp jaw, toned frame, a kind of confident elegance that made people notice when she walked into a room. Her blonde bob was smooth and precise, and her gray eyes were still as warm as the day they’d met.

And a sealed pouch of ice cubes Susan stared at it. Then at her. “You’re Arabella’s friend,” Susan said. “I’m also twenty-three,” Pamela said. “And I’ve wanted to taste your tits for six years.” Susan felt her knees weaken. Keiran let out a low laugh behind her. “She’s bold,” he murmured. “I like her.” Pamela’s eyes flicked to him. “I’m not here for you,” she said. “Not at first. But I’m open to being ruined by both of you… if you’ll let me.”

Then, barely, almost invisibly, one corner of her mouth moved. Lyra sat beside Zaric. Our adopted sister, twenty-five, with dark eyes and a calm demeanor. She looked at Romy with quiet, careful curiosity. Aaron was at the table's edge, straight-backed and professional as always. He gave Romy a single, measured nod. And then there was my mother. Pamela Vexley. She sat at the far end of the table in a column of immaculate, furious dignity. She sat at the head of the table, draped in diamonds and a pale blue dress that cost more than most humans earned in a year.

-------Los Angeles, California. ----------Olyster Textiles. "Khalid can we go for lunch later today?, you always decline, why don't you just agree for once" Pamela asked into the phone as I got into my car. " Pamela I'm busy" I answered as I connected my phone to the Bluetooth of my car. " You're always busy Khalid, you don't even have time for me anymore, this isn't how it's supposed to be" " Pamela, leave me alone, let me be, what are we supposed to be?"

She wrapped her tiny arms into his brother's torso. Pamela was 8 years old immortal, the 6th daughter of the Berhalksawn family, and the only daughter of Persophone in the family. Today she was wearing a cute pink dress and pink sakura headband, and her cloak don't suit her well. "It's so early Mela," I told her and removed her grip. "But it's already Spring!!! Can't you see it?" She excitedly led me to the balcony of his room that he hadn't opened since yesterday. She opened the curtain, and the wind blew pink sakura inside his room.

She had a French accent that just made everything she did look and sound classy. “What's all this, Jose?” Luciano asked bluntly. “The gala is tonight. If we're gonna crash the party, we need to do it in style, don't you think?” Jose responded, and continued without waiting for anyone to speak. “Pamela here is an excellent tailor and makeup artist. She's literally worked with all the big names in fashion you could think of. And did I mention she's a former supermodel too? Amazing right? I met her in Italy last year. Anyway, she'll be in charge of making you the star of the show at the Gala.” he said, pointing at me.

“Why?” “I’ll tell you later.” She took her purse and kissed her sister’s cheek. “Stay here till I’m back.” “Okay.” *** Pamela entered Matt’s office, approaching him with her tight blue jeans wrapped around her skinny legs and her face full of makeup. It was a bit exaggerated but it was obvious that she looked gorgeous. “Here you go, sir.” She handed him a USB flash drive. “Everything you need is inside.” As he reached out for it, Pamela ‘accidently’ brushed up against his fingers.

I smile sadly and shake my head before hopping into her car. It is a yellow BMW×5 and I always enjoy the ride with Pamela. She is neither a fast driver nor is she a slow driver. Her father owns a telecommunications firm while her mother works in the White House. I have no idea what the woman does in there and Pamela doesn't like talking about her mom and what she does. But she is damn proud of her father and his achievements. Pamela is the apple of his eyes.