Faye Chamberlain Novels & Stories

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

Charmine’s clear eyes turned cold, and she arrogantly clapped back, “You’re not in the place to judge us. Do you truly think that you’re the reason why he didn’t mind you sticking around? Young lady, I advise you to be realistic! You need to have your boundary—don’t be a third-wheeler! Oh, I forgot to tell you. You don’t even have the right to be one! He didn’t even like the Princess from Kansas or McKenzie, so do you think he’d fall for you? If you do like him, queue behind them. I can get you a number—number thirty-eight!” “You...!” Infuriated, Faye’s face turned pale as she clenched on the herb tightly. “He’ll leave you one day!” she barked.

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

Maya cannot know what happened this afternoon with her and her boss, not now. She is not ready for Maya lecture and reminder of how she got hurt by her ex boyfriend and how she is dumb to let him have sex with her in his private elevator. She is and will always be a secretary to him..... Nothing more, Faye brushed the lone tear that flowed out of her eye. She will do everything to get Daylan out of her heart, her brain and her mind. ******* Faye typed, filled and answered calls even though her ears were alert waiting for the private elevator to ring, but it did not.

"Guys are jerks." Faye chuckled, and she joined in, wondering how an attractive young woman could hook up with an overbearing ass like Bernabe. It all came down to money, and once again, she thanked her lucky stars that she’d escaped that world and all it stood for. "Aren’t you the lucky one? Here comes your delicious husband." Faye jumped up and smoothed her dress, tears forgotten as she batted her eyelashes at Chase. "Nice to see you, Chase." Chase nodded, his gaze fixed on Amaya rather than the eye-catching figure sashaying away in a fiery dress, earning him more Brownie points than she could count.