Lara Jean Covey Novels & Stories

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

MARIA'S POV. The next morning came quickly. And for the first time in years, I slept like a child who had no reason to worry. I.was finally going to get my revenge on Allen. I walked down the marble stairs with my hand on the railing. The house was quiet. For a moment I felt like I was the only person alive. Adam was a busy woman. Unlike me who stayed in the shadows, Adam liked the spotlight— everything was to help me anyway.

Augustine's expression darkened as he shot Lara a withering look. "Jackie's a world-class jewelry designer. She does best in appraising precious metals and gemstones. "Did you really think everyone else gets to sit around playing the rich housewife all day, like you?" Lara's face went pitch black, like someone had slapped her with soot. Getting chewed out in front of a crowd made her clench her fists hard. She didn't say a word, but in her mind, this was just one more debt to settle with Jacklyn.

"I can still provide for you and Rio. You don't need to worry about that." "I know." Her voice softened. "But I want to learn to stand on my own, Arvan. I don't want to keep depending on you." I fell quiet for a moment, letting those words sink in. Lara really did have a nature that was the opposite of Reyna's. She always relied on herself. She didn't build her life around leaning on a man. "So do you have a plan?" Lara sounded hesitant before finally saying, "Would it be possible for me to join your company? To take part in the project you're currently working on with Mrs. Whitmore?"

“I’m Lara. Jared’s mother? Just tell him I’m here.” My steps faltered. Jared’s mother. The baby mama. The ex. The complication Dominic had mentioned years ago but never really explained. I forced myself to keep walking, but my ears were tuned to every word behind me. “Of course, Ms. Thompson. One moment.” I pressed the elevator button harder than necessary. Come on, come on, come on. “Actually,” Lara’s voice drifted over. “You’re the interior designer, aren’t you?” Shit. I turned slowly, forcing a professional smile. “Yes. Arielle Moore, Luxe Interiors.”

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

After taking a shower and getting ready for the day's work, she took a cab to meet two clients before Lara. Lara arrived at ten o'clock in the morning at the salon and employees and customers alike watched the beautiful young woman in the canary yellow jumpsuit, the unusual and beautiful jeans fit her so well, the high heels made a little noise on the expensive floor of the main salon, making everyone raise their eyes and look at the young diva walking. Seeing Clara, Lara cracked a wide smile and came over to meet her.

Young's mind, Lara was his, and would always be his only. Mr. Young quickly masked his jealous and cold expression, restoring his usual demeanor. He gently nudged Lara’s arm and whispered, "Ms. Lara, you should stop looking. Mr. Cole is a man of significant importance, and it seems Mr. Reynolds has gone too far this time. I'm pretty sure he must've offended Mr. Cole. We should tread cautiously. People like us might never have the chance to interact with someone as influential as Mr. Cole in our lifetimes." Mr. Young’s words dripped with sarcasm, conveying a clear message to Lara—Do not entertain unrealistic fantasies. Liam’s status and position were exceptional, and he already had a child; h

Instead, the woman who stepped into the living area looked like she had been birthed from the very ice of the Arctic. She was tall, significantly taller than me, with hair the color of expensive champagne pulled into a ponytail so tight it made her cheekbones look like glass shards. Her eyes were a piercing, cold emerald, and she wore a white power suit that cost more than my father’s entire car collection. She didn't look frantic like Tiffany; she looked like she was inspecting a property she already owned. "Lara Crestview," she said, her voice a smooth, British-accented purr that carried the weight of generations of wealth. "The girl who came back from the dead. Or the attic. The stories a

She had, in fact, added the clause to it on purpose, she knew if Alvira planned to curry favor she would lose the desire to buy the gift the moment she told her it had to go through her. Seeing Alvira's face, Lara fully confirmed her suspicion. Alvira was getting ambitious, but Alvira was dumb if she thinks she could be outsmarted, Lara sneered in her heart. She had started working for the Walkers when she was eighteen years old and had slowly risen to the position she was today. She was thirty-five years old this year and she knew, if she persisted she could one day become a personal assistant like Jared.