Heather Ashley Chase Nude の小説・ストーリー

A woman’s moan, breathless, needy, followed by the rhythmic creak of a bed and a deep, guttural groan that I knew belonged to him. His door was half ajar, a slice of warm golden light spilling into the hallway like an invitation I never asked for. I should have kept walking. I should have run. But my feet wouldn’t move. My hand tightened around my bag strap, and before I could stop myself, I edged closer, just enough to see through the gap. And God, I wished I hadn’t. Chase was on his knees in the center of his massive bed, completely naked, every inch of him carved from pure sin. Moonlight and lamplight poured over his broad shoulders, highlighting the flex of muscle down his back, the tape

My chest started to feel heavy. There was a link. I clicked it. It directed me to a business news article. I read the headline. “THERON GROUP HEIR FILES FOR DIVORCE AMID INFIDELITY ALLEGATIONS” I sat up so fast. The article included photos. Not just the clinic photos. There were photos of me and Adrian at a café a couple of months ago. A photo of him holding an umbrella over me. Another of him touching my arm while we were talking. Those were from the time he had just come back to the country, and as my childhood friend, we decided to meet, since Arzhel was on a business trip and Veronica annoyed me in my own house.

That meant whoever the sender was, he or she was close by. My breath quivered involuntarily as I waited for the d******d to complete. I had this feeling that whatever I will see in it won’t be good. When I finally played the video, it turned out to be true. The sight was so shocking that it made my eyes roll back in my head. The video showed the Heather girl stark naked and sprawled on the bed. She appeared to be half-unconscious and was probably under the influence of something, possibly drugs because of the way she was squirming around sluggishly on the bed.

He doesn't feel comfortable to hide a secret from Aaron, but who is he, want to tell him about the past between them? Chase sits on his swivel chair and turns on his computer. He starts searching for something on the internet and not long after he smiles. Took out his phone, he dials a number from the website. … In the next three days, Aaron does some painting together with Asher. They used Hazel studio to do their activity. While Chase was busy with something. He went out since morning saying that he had an appointment with somebody. Hazel also busy with her work at the lab.

Chase plucked the ribbon from his lapel, holding it up between us; he met my gaze with a silent question, “May I?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he reached out to take my hand in his. I couldn’t stop my beating heart as I watched him loop the ribbon around my ring finger to make a makeshift ring. I glanced at his face, which was set in concentration, wondering what kind of person he was. I was so immersed in watching him that the crass words that Asher muttered startled me. “She’ll always be a whore and never a queen.” Chase and I both turned to face him, and I was about to lash at him and let him have it because I was sick and tired of listening to him spit insults at

I'll look at my watch and realize that I have been sitting here for almost an hour staring into nothing, thinking about what I have been through today. "Are you asleep, Belinda? You forgot to show me my room," Chase says from the door. I feel bad because I did forget. I get up and open my bedroom door. Chase stands there with only his sweatpants on. Damn, why the hell does he has to be so sexy? He has the perfect body, and everything about him is just perfect. I cannot blame women who find him irresistible. Can you blame anybody for wanting to sleep with him? I mean, I have. I must swallow hard as I try not to look at his perfect abs. Can this man be more perfect?

I'd left it three years later as a woman who knew exactly what monsters looked like in expensive suits. The ballroom was full of people I recognized. There was Victoria Ashford in silver, already positioning herself near the bar where Alexander would stand. There was Eleanor Sterling, surveying the room like a queen inspecting her kingdom. And there, across the room, was Alexander. Thirty-two years old. Devastating in a custom tuxedo. Every inch the billionaire heir who'd charmed me senseless in another lifetime. He was talking to a congressman, that practiced smile on his face the one that didn't reach his eyes. I'd thought that smile was mysterious once. Now I knew it just meant he was bor

I gasped for air, a messy mix of saliva and fluid dripping from my lips, looking up at him like a desperate dog. Chase was completely unhinged now. He kicked off his shoes, ripped his shorts and underwear off, and stood before me completely naked. "Get up on the sink," he commanded. I scrambled up on shaky legs. I bent over the porcelain sink, gripping the metal faucets with both hands. I arched my back deeply, pushing my ass high giving him the best access to my wet hole. He grabbed my hips and slammed his pelvis forward, burying his entire cock inside me.

Broad shoulders, firm chest, slim but defined waist, sculpted abs flowing into elegant oblique lines, long legs partially hidden by the towel—this was perfection, almost mythical. As a doctor, Harper understood human anatomy, but intoxicated and giddy, she couldn’t resist. She poked at his abdomen, tracing the contours of his skin, giddy with delight. “So strong… so firm… I like it… so sexy!” Chase’s composure snapped. His eyes glowed red with heat as he tugged the towel. “If you don’t want to get thrown out… let go!” “No! I won’t!” she declared, laughing, determined, unconcerned with her image.

"Why not?" she pressed, dropping her shirt again, standing bold with her perky breasts hanging untouched. "Chase doesn’t deserve me. He’s out there with his mistress right now, probably fucking her senseless. But you... you made me feel alive, like a proper woman, made me feel desired. Why dont you just let me drop to my knees and worship you, taste you through those briefs. I bet you’re leaking pre-cum just thinking about my body."