Gust Portia Novels & Stories

I know she's scared of getting heartbroken but from the way he sounds, I can tell that he won't break her heart. "I'll help you," I announced. "Really?" "You heard me right Rob, I'll help you win her over. But if you break her heart I won't hesitate to deal with you personally Robby," I threatened. "Thanks a lot, Giordana, I promise I won't hurt her." "Anytime Robby. But heads up, it's not going to be easy. Rita is a very resolute person." "I know." "I'm glad you do." "Thank you so much Giordana, I'll try everything humanly possible to keep her happy."

she smirks, trying to get closer to me. Only I push her away, remembering Chelsea's comment about her perfume on me. I don't want her anywhere near me! In fact, I don't want her anywhere on my fucking site! I grab her by her wrist, trying to keep her as far away from me as possible, and pull her back up the stairs. Portia giggles a little, like she's expecting me to do exactly what she suggested. Except I'm going to throw any of those ideas out the fucking window.

“I didn’t send you such a message.” “Well, how then? Cannot be sent by itself.” I asked him, and my gaze fell on Portia. From her look and her sly smile, I understood that she was the one who sent the message and obviously did it on purpose to catch them together in bed. I also noticed that Portia even bothered to cover her nakedness. Portia was a girl like that. She always liked to provoke. Her long black tufted by stirring, and her lipstick was everywhere on both of their faces. After that picture, I went crazy. I threw the bag with force on her head and left the bedroom shouting.

I clenched my teeth so hard, I was surprised they didn't crack before muttering, “Don't insult my mother… please.” Portia let out a cold chuckle and sipped from her drink. I was certain she was thinking about new ways to humiliate me when Naomie interjected, “That guy is insanely hot, though.” “Yeah,” Portia sighed before glancing at me with disdain. “Too bad he has a crappy taste.”

A flicker of something that looked like guilt crossed his features, but he stayed silent. Before he could find his tongue, Portia stood up from the velvet cushions. She made a show of smoothing out her skirt, her movements slow and deliberate to show off a perfect manicure. She stepped toward me, her hand outstretched and a bright, artificial smile plastered on her face. "Hi there," she said. "I'm Portia Vane. It is so lovely to finally meet you." I looked down at her hand, held it in my gaze for a long, silent second, and then simply looked back up at her face. I didn't move a muscle to take it.

She made a faint moaning motion with her lips that may have been either a sign of pleasure or anguish. His groyne was inundated with a vicious rush of heat, and in irrational eagerness, he felt his fangs grow longer and sharper. As he carefully pulled the stake out of her palm, Portia turned her face in his direction and mumbled an apathetic protest. Surrender. Portia's fantasies were woven together by the alluring whisper, which encouraged her to let down all of her guard. She decided to put the rest of her weapons down and embrace the ominous gloom.

"What a pretty portrait! Shouldn't have expected any less from Misty, honestly. This is probably a birthday gift from her, so take it." My soul was watching nearby, and I was so nervous that my fists curled into balls. 'Take it! Didn't you want to find the person who murdered your father? That portrait's the clue!' In my anxiety, I didn't expect my boyfriend to suddenly flare up in anger, grabbing the portrait and tearing it to shreds. "She wants me to forgive her with trash like this? What a joke! I felt nothing but disgusted!" I instinctively tried to catch the torn portrait, but my translucent fingers passed through the rubbish bin. After a while, I realized.

Jena looked back at her with a flabbergasted expression which was mixed with a lot of disgust. “And are you one too?’ She asked. “No,” Portia shook her head, “I’m a half-wolf…” Jena massaged her temples, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh, “What bullshit…” She let out another deep breath and looked at me again, “Fine, show me now.” “Right here?” I asked. “Yes,” She folded her arms, “Right here.” “I’ll give you some privacy.” Portia immediately took the hint and walked into the room while Jena watched her ‘weird’ behavior and she shut the door behind her startling my mate.

But before anyone could ask a gloating Portia what the meeting was all about, the door to the meeting room slammed open. And in stormed Daniel Winters. His eyes narrowed to slits as he made his way in, ignoring everyone who greeted him. Portia cocked her head and puckered her bright pink sausage lips. Of late, the lady was obsessed with the colour pink. She had on an extremely revealing pink bodycon dress that barely covered her augmented breasts, eye blinding pink nail extensions and a shocking pink Hermes Birkin handbag that house her little pup, who, no surprise had dyed pink ears.