Romans & histoires Ladies Night Christian Keyes

I will just appetize my belly with this packet of cookies first before the main feast begins. Getting to the glass table in the sitting room, I keep the tray down on the table. Sandra keeps the bottles of water on the table beside the tray. "Lisa, here is the key to your room with Christian. The bed will be really comfy for the both of you." She winks, her hand dangling the room key before my face. My eyes glance over to Kayden, a reflex of guilt running through me. His face is focused on the TV. I turn away. I grab the dangling key from Sandra, feeling my insides burning with heat of embrassement. "Thanks Sandra. There is no need for the loud added information though."

“Since you didn’t want a penthouse, move into this before the end of day. Yours officially, boyfriend Christian Storm.” My ears are burning as Estel reads the note again, for the third time now, and we both stare at the key together. Staring at the key makes me think about a hundred possibilities, because four men came to deliver a single key, and it just feels like such a grand gesture that I don’t know what to do about it except feel all mushy inside.

She turned in her sleep and the robe she wore on top of the revealing nightie he saw last night flew open exposing her goodies to his hungry eyes. He willed himself to look away and not be tempted by the shape of her body and how well her breast pressed against the fabric of the nightie, he could see her perky nipples and was very tempted to touch them, how he was able to spend the night with such a gorgeous woman and not take her was beyond him but now that he was awake, he had to remind himself who she was and why it would be a bad idea to start anything with her. Lance finally got himself to look away from her and got off the bed, he meant to leave without waking her but she must be a lig

Amidst the elegant strains of classical music, waiters poured wine for everyone. Everyone joined in a toast to Christian's return. There were some who were purely just kissing Christian and Aaron's asses. Laughter, conversation and clinking of glasses flowed through space. "Christian, we haven't hung out in a long time," A blonde woman sitting near Christian winked, looking stunning in her white fitted evening gown. The way they were talking was...intimate. I saw Christian smile at her, "Enjoy your night, Tiffany." A strange feeling churned in my stomach. Was Christian Miller the kind of man who had multiple girlfriends? Was he the type to accept advances from any girls? Just like that night

His eyes remained sharp and cold. "Do you need something from me?" Kevin stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to go down to the lobby. Blake stood behind him, watching his back, and said, "Who said I'm looking for you?" Kevin responded, "The recent StartReading's project involves the production of a television series titled 'Murders in the Night.' The author and I live in the same apartment building—he's on the eighth floor, and I'm on the sixteenth. Are you telling me that you accidentally pressed the wrong floor button?"

Christian gets up from his king-sized bed, where a naked blonde is lying asleep peacefully on the rumpled bedsheets. While the sex is hot and wild, Christian still feels unsatisfied. There has been a hole inside him that other women couldn’t fill since his trip to Dorothea Valley last month. He walks to the living room in his naked sculptured torso and watches the city in lights from the floor-to-ceiling window. His penthouse in Wayne Tower has the best view of the city.

Come here," and I pulled her into an embracing hug. ____________ Christian's POV I was still crashing at my friend's place. It was Friday evening and I kept staring at my tux in the closet's door, wondering if I was ready to accept Audrey as my wife. "Hey," Kevin said, poking his head into the guest bedroom that I was in. "What's up?" "Ready for your big day?" he asked, walking in. "Man, I really don't know. I want to tell myself yes but something is saying no. I'm clouded." I sighed loudly.

But mom being the super mom she was, already had it planned out! Kissing my mom on the cheek and hugging dad, Jayden and I went into our rooms across from one another. The moment I entered my room, the scent of a she-wolf wafter through my nostrils, which had them flair in disgust, tainting the sweet scent of Kiara that was still in my head. Whipping my head towards my bed, I see Christan in lace lingerie that barely covers anything, sitting on my bed as she fingered herself; hearing me come in, she looked at me and gave me a seductive smile. "Your highness..." but before she could complete her sentence, I roared so loud that the windows shook, and Christan shivered in fright.

It was the seventh year we spent living separately after the marriage. I came to see Blake Shaw, and once again, my key broke and was stuck in the keyhole. I quickly called Blake. He said, "You probably got the wrong key again. Stay in a hotel. I'll come back and open the door." I looked at the sticker on the key and froze. The key was right. He changed the locks. Before I could think further, my father called, and he laughed heartily. "Of course he's out! He came over first thing in the morning, and he brought gifts! Then, my best friend's call came in. She was drunk from the sounds of it. "He's drinking with Zack. Your man's growing to be a good drinker." Then, my brother's call came.

I ask for the second time. MYSTERIOUS OLD LADY: Why does it matter to you, do you also want to kill me like you killed that old man? (She whispers into my ears and I tremble) I'm still lying in the darkness and I can feel her breath all over me. I feel like she's encircling my bed and whispering into my ear whenever she gets close to it. I can feel the continuous motion around me. I'm still, and I can't move my body.