Get A Life Chloe Brown Novels & Stories

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Caroline?” Caroline looks up. Her smile is small and perfect and cold. “Stunning as always, Serena. That coat is divine.” “Thank you.” My voice is polite the way Liam likes. Chloe finally lifts her eyes. She is twenty-four, three years younger than me, but sometimes she looks fifteen with that baby face and huge blue eyes. Today her blonde hair is in two low braids, innocent schoolgirl style, but the dress she’s wearing costs five thousand dollars and shows half her chest. She stands up and hugs me, arms tight around my neck, perfume sweet and heavy.

Regina nodded, her eyes flashing with excitement. “If our company’s project could get the Browns’ support, that would be incredible.” The mention of the Browns was like pouring water on hot oil, stirring up conversation. “Isn’t that why we all came tonight—hoping to meet Ms. Brown? Her family owns this entire building.” “I heard she married young, in her early twenties, and already has kids. I wonder which family she married into.” As people gossiped, the hotel manager suddenly rushed in, sweating and anxious, followed by a group of staff.

I whispered. She hesitated for a moment. Then the girl beside her hissed in annoyance and raised her own hand to slap me—but I caught it easily. What were these women thinking? That I would just stand there and take it? “I need her name. Send a message to her agency,” I ordered Oliver. She nodded, took a photo of the girl, then turned the iPad to show me. I pushed her hand gently aside. “You can’t do anything to m—” “Chloe Browns, age twenty-six. Beauty Agency. You’ve been fired.” I smirked.

“I don’t have that much time, Miss Brown. Now. Why do you want to work for me? In three sentences, give me a reason I can’t ignore.” Chloe took a breath, letting the adrenaline clear her head. This wasn’t an interview; it was a high-stakes negotiation with a supremely arrogant man. She knew what her uncle wanted her to do—she was here to steal recipe secrets. But she needed to get the job first. She needed a reason that would cut through his ego. She needed to appeal to his chef’s pride. She looked him directly in the eye, her voice firm and clear.

Chloe said, packing her bags. I immediately sprung up, unwilling to see her leave. “I've got a favour to ask of you, Chloe.” I muttered, looking at her. “Spill it.” “You're a law student, and I need to know every single thing about the law. Don't ask me why, but I really do need to know.” I said. “It would save a life for real.” “Okay? That's weird, but okay.” She shrugged. “I just want one of Blue Ashton's signed T-shirts , and we have a deal.”

Fries then turned into wings and my plate was empty before I even realized. I love a girl that can eat. It's only when you meet someone who goes against all odds that you realize how boring your life had been before. The only women who'd ever placed their hands in my food are my sisters Leah and Sophie. They weren't punished because that's what little sisters are meant to do. No other woman had ever come close to doing this, but Khloe stole my food like it was no big deal. "Oh my gosh," she groaned. "I think I'm having a baby," she laughed, her back resting against the chair and her hand on her stomach.

‘I’m annoyed right now, so you’d better answer. Brown’s reply: [?] ‘Ha. Is he grinning smugly while pretending to be clueless?’ Livia: [Who are you going to choose? And don’t just send me a ‘?’. I mean it.] This time, no reply at all. Livia’s fingers trembled in irritation as she stared at the screen. Livia: [Kylie or Claudia, who will it be?] Brown finally answered: [I choose the young master.] ‘WHAT?! Did you just say my husband?!’

Standing on the threshold was Chloe. She looked effortlessly gorgeous, wearing a cropped light-wash denim jacket, high-waisted white trousers, and a pair of oversized designer sunglasses pushed up into her bouncy, voluminous blonde hair. She was holding a brown paper bag from a high-end Upper West Side bakery in one hand and her sleek leather purse in the other. Chloe was Liam’s girlfriend—and she was one of only three people on the entire planet who knew that this high-profile sports romance was a completely fabricated, legally binding corporate facade.

In one moment, they are immediately cut off the triangle and that triangle becomes a circle with the guy and the 'good girl' in the middle, the other person is immediately forgotten like they were never even there in the first place. In my case, the 'good girl' was my friend, Chloe. Keyword was. The guy between us was Liam Tiller. He's the most beautiful man I've ever seen, beautiful built body, amazing almond eyes, shiny tan skin, rosy plump lips, perfectly carved jaw, soft cheeks, straight bronzed nose, ginger hair. The way my name rolls off his tongue when he's speaking, the way he looks at me, everything about him is amazing, no doubt.

She said with a knowing smile. Chloe's eyes widened with excitement at the reveal. "Cynthia Monroe? The famous Cynthia Monroe?" Chloe asked, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets. " One and only." "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! You're my celebrity crush. Gosh! " Chloe blurts. " Oh really, now? Your celebrity crush? " " Yes yes yes. Please could you sign my top? " Chloe brought out her eyeliner from her back pocket and handed it to Cynthia.