Romans & histoires Jam Tangan Wanita Alexander

They kissed, and then Alexander's clothes were stripped off once again. They need Tan Industry to stand tall again. Even though he's not the real heir, at least they have benefits. All of Alexander's assets will be hers too, including his son. With that in mind, she smiled sweetly after their second round of passionate lovemaking. "So when will we have our wedding? We must invite every prominent business person in the world. I'm planning to invite the designer behind all my favorite shoes and cosmetics -the E.M.Fashion "

Alexa seems to sense the unease between us, so she clears her throat and attempts to smooth things over by changing the topic and diverting everyone's attention to the gift bag I was holding. “Jess, is this your gift for me? Can I see?” I smile and hand it over: “Yes, I hope you like it.” Alexa hurriedly opens it, and everyone is left in shock. "The bracelet is so beautiful, I've never seen anything like it before,” Alexa exclaims. “Is it a real Bitton piece? Must go for around $5k.” Her excitement is suddenly cut off by Rosie’s sharp voice. She tsks. “Isn't it fake?”

Her fear was palpable as she stammered, “I-I’m sorry, miss. I’ll bring another selection immediately.” She hurried away, but Dysis could see the panic in her eyes. The woman clearly remembered what she’d done the last time and now feared the consequences of crossing Alexander Levi’s companion. Alex approached, his cold stare locked on the staff member. “Why haven't you given her what she requires?” His voice was soft yet piercing, cutting through the air like a knife. “Ah… oh… we’re still addressing it, sir,” the woman faltered, clearly shaking. “You’ve wasted my time,” Alex said coldly, his eyes narrowing as they landed on the shoes Dysis had dismissed. “I told you to bring the finest shoes

The young lady nodded her head, “I want to buy something for your father and Alexandria.” “Then let’s go and buy them. This will serve as our pre-date before the actual date.” Alexander then took the paper bag and held Jingfei’s hand again as they walked out of the store. The saleswoman who assisted the two immediately stood beside her colleague, “Isn’t the guy familiar?” She whispered and the other woman stared at her, “He is Monsieur Alexander Heroux, the elder brother of our brand ambassador, Alexandria Elite Heroux. So, now if you don’t have anything to say, return to your place if you don’t want to get fired.” The sales lady hurriedly returned to her place and wore her professional smil

"Thank you, you are my soulmate.’’ Alexa cried as they hugged again. Finally, Alexa chose an orange cross-strap dress with a flowery pattern at the front of it, the gown was ankle length with a long slit that reached the laps showcasing the white Jade-like skin. It was mature and sexy and perfectly matched Alexa's skin tone. She paired it with black stiletto heels and a tiny purse that couldn't even size her phone. Her hair was styled by Mary who gave her blonde hair a curly wave. "Well, you are so elegant and simple but earrings and accessories are missing, which one should we use?" Mary marveled for the umpteenth time at Alexa's beauty but the choice of accessories stumped her. Looking at

Alexa said to herself She tries to reminisce the woman’s figure. She is tall with dark hair. She has slim shoulders and her hands look soft. She got tattoos in her body and jewels in her wrists. She is wearing a long gold with a touch of silver dress. She wore some kind of weird shoes that is so pointy. She tried to remember every little detail she saw but somehow she forgot some parts of it. Alexa is sure that she saw the woman’s face in side view but she couldn’t remember it. Then she heard her mother call. “Alexa!” Rita shouted

Searching blindly beneath the water, she caught Alexander’s fingers just as he was about to pull away. Her grip tightened. Firm. Unyielding. She pressed her feverish cheek into his rough palm. A faint murmur slipped from her lips. A crimson glow surfaced in Alexander’s eyes. One hand cradled the back of her head. The other reached toward a concealed mechanism behind the bathtub. A hidden compartment rotated open. A black velvet case emerged. Inside rested a diamond collar set with a black iris-shaped biometric sensor. It was a gift he had spent three years preparing aboard this flagship.

He'd spoken to the same jeweler and had described what he knew about Alexander—the precision, the quality of a man who liked things to do their function without announcement, who wore the same watch for fifteen years because it told the time and was his father's and was therefore irreplaceable. He'd asked for something that Alexander would put on and not take off. Something that would be worn. The jeweller had understood. The ring was platinum—not white gold, platinum, because Alexander would know the difference and because the weight of platinum was the weight of something that was not going anywhere. The band was slightly wider than Elijah's, because Alexander's hands were larger, because

JAX: "With this ointment, the marks will quickly fade," the nurse at the infirmary said. "Thank you." She blushed. "Yes, Alpha Jax." "If you're okay, we can go now." I turned to Scarlett, who sat examining her semi-bruised wrist. "I'm okay." She stood and followed me as I led her to the car. My guards and chauffeurs were waiting, but I dismissed them, much to Scarlett's dismay.