Gail Gibson Novels & Stories

Lia said, reading out a list. "Okay," Lisa said and we all went to our appointed areas. Rather handily Lia's bookshelf was organised into three sections: 'books I am yet to read', 'mediocre books' and 'books I would absolutely read again'. Allison and I picked out four, two from the would read again section and two from the am yet to read section. "Lia? Where did you last see your charger?" I asked, looking under her very low bed. "Keep looking where you are, it could have slipped under there," she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag.

I grin, feeling super good about my small achievement. “Awesome. Are you working tonight?” “Yep, Dax asked if I could sing a few songs.” “Excellent. I was hoping Modus Grace was playing tonight” She laughs again, her face turning pink, “So what’s going on between you and Dax?” I roll my eyes, “Nothing. I think Dax has the hots for Sally.” “The dog walker?” She asks incredulously “She’s not just a dog walker.” I say, annoyed, “She’s also a trainer and carer. She helped with certifying Benny.”

I asked him. "No," he gritted, grinding his teeth. "Giselle is the woman Gabriel claimed to have some info, isn't it?" I checked. "Yes." "All the more reasons to find her," I noted, "She is the Pack administrator. She could know a thing or two about the famous hacker. Aiden had fucked everyone's systems at least once," I pondered. "For now, it'd be good enough for me to see her again," Patrick muttered gloomier than usual. I sighed deeply.

We were just about to enter a room when a cold, calm voice echoed from the top of the staircase. “Jazper. You're here. Good to see you again.” I looked up. Mikaela Gibson. I’d studied her more than anyone. From the way her sharp brows angled downward, to her perfectly ironed hair, to the simple but expensive dress she wore. She looked like someone who didn’t miss a single detail, and didn’t forgive easily. Strict. Sophisticated. Quietly terrifying. “Mother,” Mr. Gibson said, his face unreadable. He didn’t smile. He didn’t even stop walking.

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?

Or did she just really want him so badly? That night, Gabe Clyborne owned Annalise Leonila or should we say…Larisa Valestine. She made another mistake.

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But he was younger than Tess, by more than a hundred years. Gail Bettancourt was tired. She had been on her feet for most of the last ten hours, working the register. One hundred seventy pounds was a lot of weight for her poor feet. But finally, her shift was over. All she wanted to do now was go home, give her babies a hug and a kiss and put them to bed, then soak in a long, hot bath. Maybe have a glass of wine and some cheese while she soaked. She smiled as she pulled the elastic scrunchy from her black hair and let it fall loose over her shoulders. That picture was sounding better and better

He didn’t have the time to shut his wolf because he was waiting expectantly to see the mystery person behind the chair. Seconds felt like an eternity for Dylan, who had sat up straight to have a better view. He had totally forgotten about the fact that he was kidnapped and brought to God knows where. She swiveled the chair around to face him and it was as if time stopped. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest from the goddess before him. She was breathtakingly beautiful with her effortlessly smooth tanned skin and her sleek black hair, that cascaded down her lower back as she gracefully rose to her feet. Damn! She was blessed in all the right places.

She looked her from head to toe and disliked her. "You're mistaken, Mrs Tracey. She isn't a caretaker." Zita replied plainly. "Then who is she? Is she one of the new maids?" Tracey asked flatly, staring at her coldly, "Even if she is, she seems overdressed for the job." "I-." Rebecca paused when she saw Fiona enter the room. She furrowed her brow confusingly and flashed a glance at Zita. Fiona had walked in with a smile which soon turned to a frown when she saw Rebecca.