Glee Elliott Novels & Stories

They all looked serious and tired. One of the men looked up as I entered. "Who are you?" he asked. His voice wasn't rude, just direct. He was middle-aged, with sharp glasses. Before I could answer, Ellie came into the room from the kitchen, holding a glass of water. She saw me and her face stayed neutral. "He is the one I told you about," she said to the man. "He's Leo. The one Giselle hired to spy on me, and the one she used to leak my designs."

After she finished changing her clothes, she directly went to her car and drove home with Ellie. Ellie Gill is from the countryside and left her home because she couldn't handle the toxicity around her. Luckily, she landed a job in the entertainment industry and became her manager for four years now. As soon as they arrived at the apartment where Ellie lives, they immediately bid farewell to each other. Before Ellie could close the car door, she stated, "I am very thankful to you, Giselle," Ellie stated, "I hope everything in your life goes well. You deserve the world."

********** Dinner with Elliott was a breath of fresh air, he couldn't stop stealing glances at my tits but I excused him because I discovered my dress was making it difficult not to, not only was he gawking, I noticed a few other men gaping at me. Elliott took me somewhere close by, it was a walkable distance. Next to it is an arcade, where we went to play games until the owner's decided to lock up. I lost track of time because I was having fun with him. He was funny, sweet and patient with me. He also seemed to want to listen to me talk about myself. I told him I didn't know myself and he said when I figured it out, he'd love to hear about me.

My history with Elliott, wiped clean by a transaction. I told myself it was temporary. That I was taking what I needed and nothing more. That it was just a step forward, not a surrender. But I knew better. Every time I looked at the sterile walls of that apartment, I remembered the way Elliott used to laugh. The way he used to look at me like I was worth everything. And now? Now I was a ghost he wasn’t allowed to see, a mistake his father paid off like a bad debt.

I bent over and showed my ass, then rolled my hips slowly and dirty. Fingers ran down my crack, around my rim, and then inside. I was fucking myself slowly with two fingers while I moaned for the dark figures watching. Then the door swung open. The frame was filled with a tall shape. Cigar smoke swirled around him. He moved forward into the light. Grey eyes. Hair that is both salt and pepper. Suit made to fit.Elliott. My fingers froze inside me. My cock jerked so hard that it hurt. He didn't smile. Did not talk. Just stared at my open thighs, my slick fingers deep in my hole, and the pre-cum

"Please allow me to explain the accurate and precise events that took place in the set of circumstances that you have just personally witnessed before you let loose on me with your insane A****n side. And whatever it is that you are seriously beginning to think, you are far off base to even perceive it that way." Elliott continued, rambling and beginning a long speech just so Ari would not have the opportunity to rattle him any further. For some reason, he is not very thrilled to have observed this reaction from Ariella. And before this all blows up in his face, he really needs to deal with the circumstance because it seems that he knows what the fuck is going on in her mind.

Suddenly, Elliott stopped his workout and turned towards her, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he suddenly recognised Zoey. Zoey's heart raced as Elliott's gaze locked on hers. Elliott began to walk towards her direction, his bare feet padding softly on the grass, and Zoey could feel her cheeks becoming redder. "Well, well, well," Elliott said, his voice calm and playful. "See who we have here. If it isn't Zoey, the brave little lady that helped me escape her f*cking goddamn lover. So, what brings you here?" He asked with a lucent mischievous smirk.

Tyler lay curled up on the bath mat like the fluffy little lifeguard he thought he was, supervising the situation. “So,” Ellie said, drawing out the word as she adjusted her bun and reached for a chocolate truffle from the side table, “are you doing this for the clout or for a certain sexy, stage-hogging, guitar-thrusting someone?” I laughed into my wineglass. “It’s not clout if it’s accidental. And he’s more of a mic-hogger, thank you very much.” Ellie smirked, her mask pulling at the corners of her mouth. “So that’s a yes to the sexy someone?”

The lady says and Selena opens the door and we both walk in. “Hi, Kendall.” She greets her aunt and I smile politely. “Hi.” I say shyly and the lady smiles and greets me back. “This is Ellie, she has an interview tomorrow.” Selena informs her aunt. “Oh.” Kendall replies. “You two can sit, you’re not bodyguards.” She jokes and I smile. Her joke about bodyguards put me on edge and I am so worried that my dad could find out that I disobeyed him and came to the coffee shop.