Lady Tamayo Novels & Stories

Beside him, he could hear the ladies short whisperings, "damn, is it just me or is director Oliver really handsome today?" "He is handsome everyday but today seems to be top notched." "I would give anything just to have him in my bed for one night." "Hush, have you forgotten Kane is here?" As if being reminded of something, the lady that has just been corrected looked aside to see Kane's hazel eyes burning deep in her and she hastily walked away. "Honestly, you really need to stop doing this. Why do I need to pick you up every time you come here?" Oliver who is now closer to him whined.

The man seemed to show a bit of an interest to her and they ended up exchanging contacts. After their little lunch session was over, Tamara returned back to the office room and found that Adonis was not there. She took this chance to walked over to his desk and tried to find anything useful, then she spotted a picture placed underneath the table’s glass cover. It was a photo of a woman, she did not know who she was but she assumed it was his wife and she was right. It was a picture of Vivian. Within seconds, the fire of jealousy flamed within her heart and she took out her phone to take a shot of her picture. Then she turned her phone off and walked back to her desk with a grim expression. V

She could finally put her hanging heart to rest when she saw the way Margot had looked at her in an unfamiliar manner. It looked like Margot really couldn't recognize her now. Margot came back to her senses and asked, "Do we know each other?" What a strange woman. Why would she keep staring at her? Tammy smiled and replied, "We do know each other. Don't you remember me?" Margot's eyes widened immediately when she heard Tammy mention that they knew each other. She asked, "Did we really know each other? Why don't I recall you at all?" "I am … Curtis' secretary. My name is Tammy. Does it ring any bells?" Tammy asked while looking at her.

Tate The way that Liam looked at me resulted in feeling like a wet mess of a puddle. My insides churned, butterflies feel like they’re on speed in my stomach and my hand goes to my heart. “You okay?” Tammy asks. “Sure, just you know so goddamn proud of them.”

Damian shouted as he walked further inside. "Sir, sorry, Madam left this for me to give to you," said Tania, the new maid in the house, handing Damian a piece of paper. Damian observed Tania's appearance from head to toe. She wore a homely dress that accentuated her figure with a low neckline and a length that didn't entirely cover her thighs.

One of the men accompanying the lady gave Camden her identification card. "Ahmya Yamato, yes, a VVIP, you're quite early madam," Camden said and smiled as she gave the record book to Ahmya Yamato so that she can sign, just for attendance. Actually it's also a front to get her fingerprints, but since she's wearing gloves, well, that's faulty. "I just want to settle in before the big crowds start coming in," she said and signed the record and faced Knoxx who handed her a board with the number 001 on it.

Of course, my fake boyfriend was waiting with his crew. “We’re hitting the Upper Class Den and you’re coming.” He took my hand. “To humiliate me again?” I hissed softly. “Il mio tesoro.” He breathed into my hair. “Exactly.” If he were actually calling me his treasure, I might have heart palpitations. As it stood, I was forced into doing something I dreaded and spending time with someone who would enjoy every minute of my suffering. Lady Castilla, from a bad foreign movie I watched, had the best part and though the other actors lacked depth, she played her role brilliantly. She was a little old for me but I could act the part and I would.

Tayte was a Cornishman who had slipped over the Tamar into Devon, but was also of gypsy stock if his swarthy colouring and those blacklashed eyes tilting upwards at the outer corners were anything to go by. Whenever she looked at him, she tingled at the remembrance of the Carlos Saura movie based on Carmen and performed by a Spanish dance company. It was one of her favourite adjuncts to masturbation, a rich, sensual feast of a film, overflowing with passionate flamenco, smouldering fire, world-weary languor and desirable dancers of both sexes. She often watched it on the video in her bedroom while she used her dildo or fingered herself to climax. The leading male had a body to die for, gorge

Then Magdalena rented some old car so that getting around would be easier for her. Sona really was at home. Her way of life was written all over her face. She smelled of alcohol and cigarettes and was dressed in cheap, vulgar clothes. Aunt Tamia was awake too, but she could not get out of bed. Tamia was very happy to see Sara, but the same could not be said about Sara, she was frightened. Age had made Tamia’s deformity even worse. The poor woman was horrible to look at, but she was still the one Magdalena loved most in her family. More precisely, she did not love anyone else at all.

I wish so badly to go back to when I wasn’t involved with them. A lady clearing her throat gets my attention, and I look up to find three ladies standing in front of me. “Hi!” a chubby, chocolate lady waves at me. She has her hair styled in an all-back braid, dressed in a short body-hug party dress. “I’m Tamara, a new student.” “She’s Yumeko,” Tamara says, pointing at a slim, averagely tall lady with a creepy smile on her face. Dressed in a mini, pleated skirt on a crop shirt, with her hair tied into buns on each side of her head.