Lester Papadopoulos Novels & Stories

I climbed on the man's lap straddling him which wasn't a good decision as I had no panties on but fuck it and started to grind on his bulge, he was definitely enjoying it. "How much to let me pound that tight pussy of yours" He murmured in my ear gripping my hips as I continued to grind on him and pressed kisses along his neck. The man was hot for an older guy he had grey hair and looked important I could tell by the black suit he was wearing. As I was about to answer him taking upon his offer because he was hot and I was horny, a gunshot went off, I quickly hopped off the man's lap in shock and looked over to the owner of the gun which was obviously Alessandro.

Electa asked heavily, already suspecting what was coming before her brother loped over to the table and produced something from the back pocket of his jeans. “He… Uhm… He said to give you this…” Flynn was holding out a business card, which he set down on the table in front of Electa. Looking down at it, she saw a name she knew so damn well… ‘Adrastos Evander Leventis’ was printed in the elegant black script below the Leventis family crest, which crowned just about everything in Adrastos’s world, from his high-end international investment empire to some of the finest vineyards in his native Greece and vast tracts of inherited land in the South of Spain and Italy.

“Yeah. What about them?” “They’re not a couple,” he said, matter-of-fact. I raised a brow. “No?” “Nope. That’s Lester Dronson, CEO of Lester Insurance. Man’s married with three kids, but he comes here almost every day with a different woman.” “Wow.” I blinked. “So, what, you're a spy now?” He gave a small snort. “Nah, not a spy. Just… an observer.” “Oh really?” I said, amused. “What’s the difference?”

"Could not sleep either?" "Too much adrenaline. And too much curiosity about our new friend Leo." He sat down on the couch and opened his laptop. "I did some preliminary digging. Nothing invasive. Just public records and a few databases I have access to. Leo Sterling is clean. No criminal record. No lawsuits. No financial irregularities. His colleagues describe him as brilliant, hardworking, and difficult to work with. He has been passed over for promotion twice, both times by Arthur personally. He has been groomed for leadership since he was twenty-two, but he has never been given real power." "Until now," Marcus said. "He runs the European division."

He doesn't push it. We lie there for another while, not talking, not moving, the morning coming in slowly around the edges of the curtains. It's the same as the table in the kitchen, the same quality of quiet, the kind that doesn't need to be filled. "This counts as morning conversation," he says eventually. "We're not talking." "We are. Just slowly." He pauses. "I like it." I know he does. I don't say that I do too. My phone rings. I reach for it. The name on the screen is one I haven't seen in several months. Alexei Papadis. Greek faction, eastern Mediterranean network, the kind of man who calls with a specific kind of news.

I'm actually not sure if only priests can wear the cassock but my point is this man is probably someone who can get inside the Abbey. "Are you a prostitute?" The man asked me instead of answering my question. I was taken aback at his question but I quickly gather my composure. "I'm not. Why do you ask?" I replied to him but he smoke his cigarette again before answering me. "If someone asked me if I'm a prostitute, that would also be my answer. I don't know why it's hard for us to admit that we're prostitutes, maybe because we don't want anyone to look so lowly of us." The man responded to me and I was just dumbfounded because I couldn’t grasp what the man’s point was in what he was saying to

I tried to keep my voice down to avoid attracting the attention of her co-workers. She shrugged. “I told you. He's just a friend. Stop being so dramatic” Dramatic? I let out a dry, angry chuckle and turned on my heels without looking back. I stormed into Alex's office, chest heaving. “Cedric? Is everything okay?” “Does the name ‘Leo’ sound familiar to you?” “Why do you ask?” “Just answer the question,” I snapped. Alex leaned back in his desk, thoughtfully. “Wasn't he one of the assassins under Antonio?”

He was exactly who Tanner was, and the guy from the restaurant was too. I made my way to his booth the moment I got free. "Tell your boss to stop having me followed." I snapped at him. His eyes widened, and he cleared his throat. "But, Donna, its - " I fixed a glare at him, and he abruptly shut up, probably fearing Mariano's wrath on him getting to know that this man had pissed me off. "What's your name?" I asked calmly. He tugged at his tie-knot. "Stefano."

LORENZO Camera flashes lit me up instantly, and I started my rehearsed, diplomatic speech. I wasn’t going to let months of work and millions invested sink my position as Patriarch. The press conference dragged on, but when the questions started drifting into things that had nothing to do with my labs, I stepped away. “That’s all for today,” I said, walking back toward the curtains. «Patriarch, is it true you were seriously injured?» «Are you going to take another Luna soon?»

Liam gave me the best response ever. “You have my approval as long as you will take full responsibility for that she-wolf,” I turned toward my clothes, pulling out some outfits. “Thank you, Leo. What about you, Max?” Liam ask. “You fucking have my approval as long as Piper isn't my sister,” the bastard stated and I couldn't help but smile to myself. “Thank you so much, Dudes. I owe y…” Liam’s voice hung in the air when we heard the doorbell. We all paused for a short moment.