Haley Dunphy Hot Novels & Stories

HAYLEY’S P.O.V It was barely an hour until the end of work when Sienna made her way into my office. Her presence in my office wasn’t unusual. She was the only friend I had here and she loved to make her presence known when I wasn’t with any clients. However, the expression on her face had me freezing. “There’s someone looking for you,” she began slowly. “I don’t even know if I should be telling you about it because it seems like some weird fan interaction but she says her name is Andrea. I told her to leave but she asked me to-”

[Already on the way. He turned off his cell phone and watched the news on the small TV mounted above the cash register. While the queue was still quite long, he focused on the news. [Jennifer Dunn allegedly committed an act of terrorism at her agency's building after she was fired by the agency's CEO. The up-and-coming artist is now a fugitive from justice for blowing up the car of Shawn White, the CEO of the CMA agency].

“Probably not. His boss arranged a meeting with Dane months ago. I had a brief chat with the guy’s PA earlier via phone, and she told me that Charles would be bringing two of his ‘rising stars’ with him. I almost fell off my chair when she said Owen’s name. And since Dane usually likes me to sit in on these sorts of meetings and take notes, it’s highly unlikely that I can avoid seeing Owen.” “Shit.” Straightening, Hanna waved a hand at me. “Well, you might not be married, rich, or live in a flashy house, but you’re a smart, confident woman who anyone would respect purely for working as Dane Davenport’s PA for a full four years. Not many people could work so closely with a corporate psychopat

I feel as if I'm living by myself. Just as I turn to head back to the cafeteria, I panic when I catch Harrison walking down the hallway. He's talking with Bradley and Daphne, to makes things better. Quickly, I try and walk away from them, in the opposite direction, but it's too late. They have spotted their target. "Hailey," Daphne sings my name. "I haven't seen you in a while. I thought maybe you actually left." I avoid Harrison's eyes and look at the floor. "I'm in your Economics? I sit two desks away from you."

She works me without mercy, her knuckles rubbing against my sensitive spot. — You're so tight, little one. So hot. Are you going to come like this, standing in the entryway, like the little slut you are? I shake my head but my body says yes. I'm about to explode... — Enough. The voice cracks like thunder. Isadora withdraws her fingers. I stagger. She licks them slowly, savoring. I look up. Kael. At the top of a spiral staircase. Perfect black suit. High cheekbones. Square jaw. And those eyes, pale blue almost white. Ice. Death.

Hazel said, sipping her coffee. “Exactly,” Mhel, still clinging to her arm, added. “We missed you so much. And since you’ve been gone for two years, you can’t refuse when I ask you to be a godmother.” Her eyes widened, dropping to Mhel’s stomach. “You’re pregnant?” “Yep.” Mhel grinned happily. “It’s a boy. Thank God Harry will finally have a sibling.” Her excitement was evident. “I already have a name: Ryker Gage Vaughn Vergara. How’s that for unbeatable?”

Love Always, Haley’

Haley had no appetite anyway, and she feared she might vomit whatever heavy food she would eat. There was a coffee shop not far from the company and she branched there to have some coffee and cupcakes. While waiting for her order, Haley decided to kill time by reading some news articles from the internet. Her favorite celebrity gossip channel. Ever since the scandals between Liam and Leah started showing back to back, she'd lost interest in the channel. But now that Haley was bored… “Here's your order, Ma’am.” The steamy flavor from the coffee wafted into her nose, causing a calming effect.

And that, more than the sinful look today, had her rethinking things. If she was leaving eventually, did the boundaries really matter? This was ridiculous. The man might be good looking, but he was still human and Haley was more than capable of being professional even if he was not. She wasn't going to act a fool. Haley pulled out her phone and glanced at her group chat with the girls. Jennifer was venting about her heiress client again. Lumen had surfaced after two weeks of silence to say that she'd been dragged on a detox trip.

She told me brightly, “Please, Sir? I like it. I like hearing what men really think about my body.” I finally said: “You’ve got one hell of a pair of tits,” I said. “Not big, but they don’t need to be. And it looks like your legs must spread real easy.” Haley gave a shimmy, brightening, happy. “They do,” she said, spreading them wider. “See?” “And she gets real wet when I show her off,” said Mitch. He reached down and shoved his hands in her shorts. It was easy with the zipper half-open like that. Haley let out a tiny moan as he felt her up.