Genevieve Padalecki Nudes Novels & Stories

I flared before Kurt even got the chance of saying anything. "She told me she would see me at home. That was the only word I got from her before she scurried away with some guys and slutty girls." "Slutty girls?" Kurt echoed. "Well, they dressed half naked, what else should I use to describe them?" "Hey guys!" We snapped our gazes to Genevieve who was sauntering toward us in nothing but a skimpy bra, tattered jeans and a broad dimpled smile. When the hell did she get the time to change from uniform to this?

Genevieve Tessa Robert I cleared my throat, breaking his stupid gaze from my body. The man was a skunk! ‘Here are the videos, sir. Please check them carefully like you did with my body and tell me the ones you like, alright?’ I said, giving him the iPad. I hope he got my sarcasm. He chuckled. ‘You shouldn’t blame a man, dear. You are gold, Genevieve.’ I said nothing. He was a stubborn man, and if I replied, it would give him room to start his rubbish again.

Her eyes cut straight to me. And they narrow. I don’t know her, but I know of her. I’ve seen her in business magazines. I’ve heard her name whispered in merger reports. Genevieve Cade. Lucien’s longtime right hand. And rumored former lover. “Gen,” he says tightly. “What are you doing here?” “I’m trying to keep you from detonating your entire public image,” she replies coolly, brushing past him without waiting for permission. Her gaze lands on Leo again—then me. “I assume this is the boy.”

“Your husband—You deserve to know just how much of him you didn’t know.” Genevieve opened the envelope and spread the contents across the table. Dozens of photographs spilled out. Charles with different kinds of women. Blonde, brunette, younger and older women. Some at restaurants, others in hotel lobbies. Her stomach didn’t twist—she had her suspicions. In fact, she had known. But seeing it confirmed with timestamped, dated pictures twisted something inside her that wasn’t heartbreak. She sorted them into piles without emotion—until one photograph caught her attention.

“Just let me go.” “Sloane, do you know I walked in on them naked.” She turned to Sloane. Sloane laughed, surprised. “Who's ‘them’? Don't tell me you mean she and Charles.” “Of course I do. Charles' is having sex with her.” Genevieve let go of my wrist, opened her small purse and brought out a hand sanitizer, rubbing her palm. Treating me like I was dirt or some sort of pandemic. “You bitch. You're just a nanny and you dare seduce Charles?” She leaned closer and dragged me towards them but Genevieve grumbled, frowning.

"It's her hobby. Last girl who crossed her ended up with her nudes leaked online and her family receiving packages of dog feces for months." "It was very therapeutic," Genevieve agreed, straightening up. "So what's it going to be, sugar baby? Leave quietly or learn the hard way?" But I refused to break. Not here. Not in front of them. I lifted my chin and smiled politely, channeling every lesson Neomi had drilled into me. But I couldn’t deal with them just yet. It was too soon. But deal with them, I will. "If you'll excuse me," I said, my voice steady despite my racing heart, "I need to use the ladies' room."

They were both covered in sweat as she began to cum like crazy all over Adrian. There were so many clear fluids. I placed my hand under the t-shirt and began to rub my pussy through my panties. Genevieve finally pulled off of Adrian revealing his massive cock. I retreated back into the dark hallway, fearful that they might see me. Seconds later, I poked my head back into the room and found her sucking his cock. I’ve never seen him this hard. Genevieve sucked with so much intensity, he moaned loudly, toes curled as he bent her over and shoved his cock inside her pussy from her arched position.

Pale. Genevieve’s voice poured out of the speaker, calm and unhurried, like she was discussing what wine to pair with dinner. “Drug her and take nude pictures. Humiliate her. Post them on every site you can find. Let the world see what kind of woman she really is.” Celeste’s breath hitched audibly beside me. “And then,” Genevieve continued, her tone chillingly casual, “do whatever you want with her body. I don’t care. She’s yours. Just make sure she knows this isn’t just revenge.” A cruel chuckle. “This is justice.”

she submitted, giving up and complying to her heart's desire. Gallen unzipped the back of her dress since she was wearing a more casual purple long-sleeved off shoulder dress instead of her usual posh gowns. He lowered it down to expose her boobs before massaging them. Geneva unclasped the button of his pants before unzipping it and taking out his large erect phallus. She started jacking him off while he played with her blossom licking and sucking her red nipples making her lubricate under her skirt.