L Lawliet Body Pillow Novels & Stories

Bianca's POV Liam also drove me the next day to the studio where I was going to be having my photo shoot for Lilith. Harriet couldn't tag along because she had a doctor's appointment. Lilith was a lingerie, clothing and beauty retail company known nationwide and even across the globe. It was famous for its sexy brands, its annual fashion shows, endorsing of supermodels such as myself and was one of the largest lingerie retailers in the United States. Lilith had over 1000 retail stores in the US and about 500 stores in UK, Canada and other countries combined. It was leading in the industry and only the best supermodels graced their annual fashion shows and are made their various brands' ambas

But Lisa sounded relaxed, so maybe it was a good thing. When Terry's men came to pick up the pregnancy pillow, Hersha even told them to take the pastries she had made to Lisa. Terry looked at the stuff his men brought back, only to realize this was not just a pillow. It was a U-shape pillow, providing full-body support to the user. Lisa could sleep on any side with the pillow. "You're going to sleep with a pillow like this?" Terry asked.

I offered. He froze and shook his head. “Relax. I just received a report that Lily purchased an item using her card a few minutes ago.” “Item? What did she buy? This is the first time she bought something while staying in our house.” I curiously ask and drink my coffee. “You will love it. She just bought two sets of lingerie.” he stated while wearing a wide grin. I almost choked and accidentally spilled the coffee on the table. “She bought what?” “Two sets of lingerie. Red and black but it was addressed to Andrei.” he said

She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to resist. Rory's event planning company, Thompson & Co., had been struggling to make a name for itself in the competitive industry. This high-profile event could be the break she needed. As she dialed Julian's number to confirm their meeting, a shiver ran down her spine. There was something about the way he spoke, low and smooth, that made her feel like she was melting into the phone Julian Blackwood strode into the conference room, his tailored suit accentuating his broad shoulders and chiseled features. Rory felt a flutter in her chest as he extended a manicured hand,

'' Her breath hung in her throat as she struggled to remain calm, she knew that if she did one wrong thing, she was going to be pinned down, and she wasn't about to go to jail for that devil. ''No more questions, I'll need to talk to my client privately…” Lillian’s lawyer, who had been quiet all the while, cut in when she heard the question, they had prepped before now, but she didn't her ask that, and she wasn't sure Lillian knew what to say; ''No… '' she raised her hand stopping her; ''I'll answer that. '' she smiled. ''yes, I am filthy rich and yes, I have a lot of workers, but I do some shopping myself, like buying my lingerie and sanitary wears, do you want me to go on?”

Vivian felt her blood boiling. Liliana did not even spare her a way out. Another reporter asked why that person was wearing the same clothes as the one in the poster. “Well, it is a non-exclusive trial product from L&L Designs. We have designed a few sets which could fit a working woman who needs to dress up for occasions.” Liliana elaborated further, as it was always a touchy subject for a luxury brand.

Lilly sprawled across her bed in the dim afternoon light filtering through the curtains, her body already buzzing with that familiar, insistent ache between her legs. She'd stripped down to nothing, the cool sheets teasing her bare skin as she grabbed her favorite pillow a thick, firm one she'd claimed for these moments. Flipping onto her stomach, she positioned it lengthwise beneath her hips, the soft fabric pressing against her mound. Her pussy lips parted slightly from the contact, already slick with anticipation, a thin trail of wetness smearing onto the pillowcase.

"What? Can't have too many pillows." "Too many? More like you covered the whole floor." I found myself trap with pillows. "Well, deal with it." Lily then went to bed, making herself comfortable on the left. "I can't sleep with only a few pillows. I need something to hug my back and front." I snort. "Don't you mean you want Liam to be your pillow?" She gasped, throwing a square pillow at me, and I caught it laughing. "You know you want him." I teased, willing my brows as I made my way on the air bed.

She walked out of her office only to meet the rider outside. "Yes," she scrunched her face, not remembering if she ordered anything. He nodded and took out a nice pink and white branded bag that said Baddie's Hair. She thanked him, looking through the bag. She didn't see a note or anything. "Look who does not have a man. Hairs from this brand are mad quality and expensive," Amanda said, trying to look at it. Christiana smiled, seeing the blonde wig. She remembered telling James she was going to buy one soon, but she didn't think he listened since he was kind of sleepy that night.

I didn’t sleep. Not because Raffaele Moretti was sitting in my living room, legs stretched out like he owned the place—or maybe like he was trying not to look too ready to kill someone. And not because I had just learned that Marcus Vento, my brother’s old partner, was framing Raffaele to distract from his own sins. No, I didn’t sleep because the whole world felt like it had tilted. The law—the thing I built my life on—suddenly felt like a crooked ladder. And the only hand reaching out to pull me up belonged to a man who probably broke more laws before breakfast than I had in my whole career.