Heather Ashley Chase Nude の小説・ストーリー

Cheryl POV I walk closer to him "What are you doing?"He look at me frowning "I...." I'm trying to get my Asher back I remove the clothing I had on me , leaving only my undies Asher eyes followed my every move ,I took his right hand and placed it on my chest "Don't you want me?"I used his hand and roam around my body He scoff "how can you be this shameless to walk into my room and do this" "I am shameless, that's how much I'm willing to go"I said determined

Alex leaned closer to her. "I'm fine.. " She said in such a way that wasn't convincing. "Are you sure?" He pressed further which was so unlike him. Ashley nodded her head and faked a smile. She tried to concentrate on the lesson but she felt someone's gaze on her. She turned to her left. It was Henry. He was gazing at her intensely which made her feel uncomfortable. Then without saying a word, he turned to the other side. His behavior confused Ashley but nevertheless, she still felt someone was gazing at her which made her feel more uncomfortable.

Isabelle’s POV Victory doesn’t come with fireworks. Not for people like me. It comes with silence. The kind that hangs in the room like dust, untouched, undisturbed, waiting for you to finally exhale after holding your breath for too long. I was alone in my penthouse when the news hit every major network. “Walter Blackwood and Kaia Whitmore arrested in connection to multiple federal charges…” The footage played on a loop—Walter in his signature suit, face like stone, refusing to look at the cameras. Kaia, flanked by lawyers, barked at someone off-screen. Her glasses couldn’t hide the rage.

Nishma didn't know how long it took him but in a hesitant voice she asked, "CHASE!" Chase released his arms immediately and looked up at her. With a delicate and curvy body, Nishma was definitely at the level of a goddess. His eyes showed how craving he was for her and Nishma knew it was wrong, beyond wrong. She closed her eyes and Chase kissed her neck and shoulder leaving his marks over her. Even after knowing this was wrong, It crossed all the lines. Regardless of this, She clutched his shoulder and held her breath as soon as his hot kisses made her feel an uneasy sensation between her legs.

Chase xxx I rolled over and giggled into my pillow. One more day. Just one more day and he would be mine forever. Instead of sending a text back, I took a shower first. After I finished, I grabbed my phone and stood completely naked in front of the floor-length mirror, then I snapped a selfie. I hit send and went to get dressed. Once fully clothed, I looked at my phone, and the text he sent read: You're a very naughty girl! I'm going to make you pay for that tonight. Look what you've done to me!

The headache beat at his head, he dropped the bottle aside and look up at the waitress who stood before him. "I need that bitch!" He pointed to a picture of a fair ravishing beauty. He had chosen to lay with that bitch out of 50 pictures displayed. Why? Because the lady had the same striking figure resemblance with Hailey although Hailey is thicker in the hip and butt. "Yes sir, she will be here soon" the waitress said and walked out immediately. Asher pulled off his clothes in preparation, his head swimming. Through his slightly blurred vision, he was able to see the model approach his bed.

This past few days, I have watched Stacy’s red hair spread on my chest on the pillow whenever she sleeps beside me, I can’t wait to claim her hopefully, by the next claiming ball, everything will be fine and we can go for the claiming ball. When I wiped my face wanting to tug Stacy onto my hand, my gaze landed on the figure beside me, my smile faded away. The hair wasn’t red. It was dark, almost black, I knew the bearer of this hair, it wasn’t some random girl but Ashley My heart skipped a beat, my mind racing as if trying to catch up with the reality of the situation. How could this be? Panic bubbled up in my chest raising my sheet only to find out I was nude, “bloody fuck…” I curse pushing

“Looks very convincing.” Next headline. “Harry: The New Face of House Valemont.” The corners of my mouth twitch downward as I grip the glossy edge tighter. Then another one. “Dead Heiress, Fled with Secret Lover.” I look up, and Chase is sprawled on the couch now, legs up, watching silently. I turn back to the stack and begin flipping through the pages of the magazine, the images and words bleeding together—until one headline punches me in the gut: “Heiress Whore.”

My lips tingle with his touch, and my heart aches because of the moment we just shared. Tristin walks towards the door, opens it, and takes the envelope from Luca. The second the door closes, I rush forward, snatching it from his hands. My fingers tremble as I pull out the pictures. The moment my eyes land on them, my entire body goes cold. The color drains from my face. It’s me. Naked. With Ethan. In the cabin. A sickening wave of nausea crashes over me. I can’t breathe. My vision blurs. It’s all happening so fast. I think the world…is just moving too fast for me.

“Where’s Hunter, ugh! My chaperone’s missing again.” I forced a smile. Something about Heather made me uneasy, like she could see right through me. Her eyes followed every move I made, quiet and calculating. But the vodka hit the table, and someone shouted, “Cheers!” Glasses clinked, music pulsed, and the awkwardness faded into motion. Soon we were dancing under flashing lights, our laughter rising above the bass. Then Ashley let out a gasp, grabbing my arm. “Oh my god, is that Chris?!”