Halston Sage Hot の小説・ストーリー

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.

Henry replied, "I'll not be so reserved next time, then!" Sage put her phone away. She had casually flaunted her wealth earlier and used a black card to show Henry how rich she was. Given how greedy Henry was, he would definitely try to curry favor with her. As a result, he wouldn't be as attentive to Layla. Besides, Henry was obviously Ivy's lackey, and he might be useful to her in the future. … Sage bought two sets of the latest season's dresses at the mall, as well as some jewelry and several pieces of gold.

I pulled out a grey bathrobe and covered myself tying the knots into place. “Now take us on a tour of your big Alpha Halls,” Sage said. “I want to see the slave quatres.” Sage said. “But before that lets a take a detour to the kitchen, I am famished.” Sage clasped her hand in mind and my cock sprang up between my legs as we walked together. I led the way silently wondering what was truly going on in Sage Winters mind. “Madame X, release, Aurora’s hands from those ropes.” Sage spoke as she walked with me.

“Okay, I’ll send you the info as soon as I get it.” Resting the phone on the counter, I look towards the bathroom door. The shower cuts off, and Sage steps out of her room a moment later. She looks amazing in her flannel string top and boxer shorts. Her bare toes are painted an electric blue color, and her hair is up in a knot. I almost swallow my tongue when I see the outline of her swollen nipples beneath the shirt.”Dinner’s ready,” I say steadily. She gives me a soft smile, her pouty lips looking kissable.

Before she could answer, the bathroom door opened. Sage stepped out, steam rolling behind him like a halo. A towel hung low on his hips, water still dripping down his chest, tracing every hard line of his abs, the sharp cut of his hips, and the broad slope of his shoulders. His dark hair was wet and tousled, and his skin was flushed from the heat of the shower. He looked like something carved—dangerous, beautiful, untouchable. He froze when he saw me, one brow arching slowly.

Sage strode in, balancing a box of pastries against her hip. “Delivery for the queen of caffeine,” Sage announced, setting the box on the counter. Maya raised an eyebrow. “Did you seriously buy pastries from another bakery?” “I thought it might inspire some healthy competition,” Sage said, smirking. “Plus, I may have bribed your barista to share a recipe or two.” “You’re lucky I like you,” Maya said, shaking her head. Sage leaned against the counter, her gaze bouncing between Maya and Damian. “So, what’s next for you two? Taking over the world? Or maybe just a long-overdue honeymoon?”

I managed. “Nice? Bella, this is amazing! Sheila Hartley is like, ridiculously successful. Model, actress—she’s been in a few movies. And she comes from money, too. Old money. Her family has an actual estate.” Sage was scrolling again, pulling up more photos. “And look at this one—the way they’re looking at each other? That’s not fake. That’s real chemistry.” Beautiful. Successful. Rich. Famous. Everything I wasn’t. I stood abruptly. “I need to use the restroom.”

It had been a difficult time for all of them and Rachel still worried about their vulnerability. Rachel smoothed a hand down the silken fabric of her signature black cocktail dress. She always wore black, convinced it minimized the flaws in her figure. She saw her hips as too wide, her thighs as too chunky, her tummy as too rounded, especially for someone as short as she was. Now she wished she could kick off the four-inch heels she used to boost her five-foot-two-inch height. Her thick honey-colored hair was pulled up in a sophisticated arrangement that added yet another inch or two. Anything to make her feel less like a chunky miniature lost at an adult function.