Gina Porter Novels & Stories

I asked curiously as I went to close the door of my locker and she giggled softly. "And, we are gonna... Well, it's still early. We have enough time. To talk." She answered and I chuckled as I began walking to head to our meeting place. Just talk? Hmm. "Hi, Matt, AZ! And... Wow, congratulations!" Georgina Vandross greeted us as we passed by her with her pals who are wearing wide smiles on their faces. Well, I wonder if where is her girlfriend, Nat Porter. "Hey, thanks, Gina! Hi, Girls!" I greeted them and they all went to shake our hands.

I sneered, descending the bifurcated stairway. I raised my head up and saw Gina at the other stairway, smiling from ear to ear. Her curvy, model-like body was framed in a vibrant stylish pink mini gown with puffy sleeves, and her dark hair was packed in a high ponytail, with silver earrings dangling down her earlobes. Gina was a sight to behold, a sight for sore eyes. But yet, I couldn't love her. Curtis hated her the most, and as he was about to curse at her, the voices in my head began to whisper softly, but strongly.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

The ever so soft violins continued playing a sweet melody that almost sent me to sleep. Levi shifted uncomfortably. "Actually I came here with my last girlfriend." I nodded understandingly. "What's her name?" He cleared his throat. "Gina. Gina Wright." Gina Wright. She was a well known model and actress. Gina was practically everything I wasn't. She's beautiful, funny, charismatic, and very generous. Well that's what the media painted her out to be, anyway. But then again, no one's even heard back from Gina after several years. Maybe she retired? I felt in someway that I had to be more like Gina in order to even compare to her. What did Levi see in me that he chose to go on a date with me?

Not even a tremble of one. That was why I had Mr. Jack Rabbit under my bed. Yep, that’s me. Gina Lopez, high-class escort and responsible for my own orgasm since 2006. I was about to dip my toe into my corner tub when my cell shrilled. Fuck that. Monica won’t call when she knows I’ve just finished with a client, and anyone else can just wait. I let it go to voicemail, and I was about to sit down when her voice rung through my house.

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

All I want is peace and quiet. But the moment I open the door, a flash of pink fills my vision. Gina stands in the middle of the room, bouncing on the balls of her feet, her eyes full of mischief. She’s wearing nothing but a pink lace set — a bra that lifts her full breasts and barely covers them, a little ruffled skirt that stops high on her thighs, and white fishnets.

She chuckled wryly and clenched her fists so tight, her body trembling with pain. Losing her mind entirely, she ripped the heavy down comforter off the bed and threw herself onto the mattress with a predatory rage as she grabbed her laptop with claw-like fingers. She began typing furiously as her vision blurred with hot, frustrated tears. She slammed the keys, searching every dark corner of the internet. Gina Artemis EPLEN. Enter. There was nothing. Gina Artemis ELLIGATE Enter. There were no matches. Gina Artemis Manhattan executive. Enter. There were zero results.

Fancy name. I refused to admit I was digitally tailing the woman Lochlan had supposedly come here to meet, the star of the staff gossip I’d overheard. But I didn’t need to answer. Portia’s eyes widened as she landed on a photo of Galina and Lochlan at a dinner table. She pressed a hand to her forehead. ‘Lochlan’s new girlfriend? The absolute nerve of that man! He’s a complete bastard!’ ‘Keep your voice down,’ I hissed.

I shifted my gaze without moving my head. A woman stood with her back to me. Short black hair. Plain uniform. Gina. Hailey was in a chair near the wall. Still. Too still. “I just pulled her out of the pool,” Gina said into the phone. Pulled her out of the pool. So that was the cold. I let my eyes close again, slowing my breathing. “Yes,” she said. A pause. “I’m giving it to her now.” I felt her shadow fall across my face. Every muscle in my body screamed to react.