Halston Sage Hot Novels & Stories

Cole's doing a great job of distracting her, so I don’t have to worry about her interrupting my day by going over to Xavier. Sage's dress is a beautiful shade of green that perfectly matches her eyes. The dress strikes a balance between daring and elegant, featuring a thigh-high slit and tasteful display of cleavage. Cole looks a little terrified and I don’t blame him. It looks like Sage could eat him for breakfast. With a toss of her long, dark brown hair, she turned to scan the room, eventually meeting my gaze. As soon as she puts on the fake smile, I know something is off. I see Xavier's attention shift in the same direction as mine, and it all makes sense.

I could feel her body tense up as I slowly pulled the zipper down, revealing her honey tan skin. Sage seemed different from her family, I guess that's why Sabrina hates her. While Sabrina looks like a raw Tofu, Sage has honey tan skin, not forgetting her captivating green eyes and deep brown hair. She slips out of my grip, wrapping herself into the blanket. I turn around, taking off my shirt and my Versace loafers. I place my Gucci blazer on the floor and then my Versace loafers on top of the blazer. I adore my stuff, though I can afford the entire store, I've been taught to cherish everything and anything.

"You should be very clear about the Sage's true objective!" Roxy remained calm. "Ashton, you previously used your influence in the criminal underworld to take down Summit Lounge and Summit Beauty. Why are you acting like I'm not allowed to work with the Sage? "Let me give you one last reminder. You can't defeat him. He's far more terrifying than you imagine!" Ashton swallowed his anger. "What you do is none of my business, but you absolutely cannot take Celia to the Sage's 80th birthday celebration. Do you understand that or not?"

The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights. “I want everyone to see what a pathetic, broken cuck you are tonight.” She told Mark while getting ready, she wore a tiny red micro-dress that barely covered her ass cheeks. Her massive, milk-heavy DD breasts strained the thin fabric, dark nipples clearly visible. Her pussy was freshly waxed, already glistening, a thick Queen of Spades tattoo now adorned her lower back, just above her juicy ass, and another small one on her inner left thigh.

Sage showed up exactly at ten carrying coffee and enough energy to power the entire city. "Ready, for best friends day?" she asked while handing me the cup. "What are we doing?" "Everything," she said, "come on." The spa was the kind of place I had only seen in movies, all white marble and soft music and people who whispered, like normal volume might shatter the peace. Zayn had given Sage his membership card and we were treated like royalty from the moment we walked in. After massages that made my bones feel like liquid and facials that left my skin glowing, we sat in the relaxation room wearing fluffy robes and sipping cucumber water.

Since then, I hated the thought of loving a woman till Sage barged into the men's restroom for whatever reason and shamelessly watched me jerk off. Sage was one of a kind. Mine! I tore my gaze from Hailey and Dean to look down at Sage who was beside me with a smile on her face. It was forced but she was composing herself well. It's been a few seconds looking away from her and she looks even prettier now.

Sage looked at her mother and felt tears building in her eyes. “Don’t you cry, if you do, then I will, and all this hard work will be for nothing!” Nix told her, then hugged her daughter close. Sage was wearing a lavender dress that hugged her breasts to her upper rear. It was a mermaid dress, Sage had told Rayne, that was what the dress shop said. “I‘m just so happy for you. Aarshon treats you like a queen. The twins are adorable!” Sage sniffled but kept from crying. A knock on the door announced it was time, and Nix was shocked to see Slyven when it opened.

I felt naked even before the robe could slip. A polished auctioneer in a crisp suit stepped forward, his voice smooth and professional. “Gentlemen, our final and most anticipated lot of the evening. Lot 47: Rina. Twenty-two years old. Verified intact virgin. Natural 34DD breasts, hourglass figure, responsive and untouched. She is in desperate financial need, which makes her all the more… eager to please. Starting bid: one million dollars.” The number hit me like a physical blow. One million. Just to start.

💦Private Fitting 💦 “Mr. Harrington, this suit looks incredible on you, but I think we can make it even better.” I stood in the luxurious private fitting room of the Beverly Hills boutique, clipboard in hand, watching as Noah Harrington turned slowly in front of the full-length mirror. He was 34, ridiculously wealthy, and built like a Greek god with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and the kind of muscular thighs that made expensive trousers look sinful. The charcoal Tom Ford suit hugged his body perfectly, but I could see room for improvement.