Linda Gavin Novels & Stories

DANTE “Why do you think you’re about to spiral out of control?” Linda sat across from me, pen ready over her notepad, her bright blue eyes fixed on me like she could see straight into my head. For a second, I almost laughed. I never understood why someone like her chose this job—listening to people like me spill their mess and dirty secrets. She was pretty, put-together, mid-thirties, the kind of blonde you’d expect to have an easier life. One filled with light, not other people’s darkness.

She walked to my front, her hands gripping my chin as she spat harshly, “ No questions in here! Understood?” I shook my head, banging the chains but that motion was interrupted by a voice from the other side, “ You don't just learn, do you?” I looked up to see Linda standing there with a smile, she was dressed in a small red lingerie that had a thin wrap around her bulging hard nipples. My mouth opened, salivating because I wanted to have a taste of those boobs.

Marvin paused, then continued, "Your reputation will be ruined. Not only will you never make a comeback, but marrying into any other rich family will also be nearly impossible. Think about it." Gemma sneered. "What reporter would come this late? You’re just trying to get me to leave, right?" Just as she finished speaking, there was a knock on the door. "Mr. Gregory, hello, I’m Linda from Elfhedge Entertainment Evening News. Can I come in?" Upon hearing Linda’s voice, Marvin smirked. This girl had impeccable timing. He replied, "Wait a minute." But then, he thought—had Linda been eavesdropping outside all this time? How else would she have known to introduce herself like that?

, she cursed internally. "Arieon! It's been a long time since I've seen you", she said happily. Arieon let out a laugh as Linda pulled her into a hug. Madison frowned at their interaction. "We're here to see Vincenzo", Arieon said as they pulled away. Linda nodded and turned to face Madison. "Good morning. I'm Linda, Mr. Armani's Personal Assistant", she said. "Nice to meet you, I'm Madison", Madison replied.

As I glanced back, I caught sight of Kira still bickering with a store clerk, while Linda stood quietly at a distance, admiring a sea-blue silk scarf. Her figure was graceful, yet undeniably alone, like someone misplaced in the wrong time or place. I looked at her for a long moment, then followed Sharon out the door. … Back at the gallery, Sharon had prepared dinner for the three of us. As we talked about what had happened earlier, she shook her head. “Linda’s not cut out for life in the capital. She’s too naive. People like her—too pure—rarely end up with anything good.”

A flicker of surprise crossed her face, quickly masked by a cool smirk. “Well, if it isn’t Mrs. Pascal,” Linda drawled, rising gracefully from her chair. Her tone was syrupy sweet, but the underlying venom was unmistakable. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?” Ava stepped forward, her chin held high. “We need to talk. Privately.” Linda’s brow arched in mock surprise. “Oh? This sounds serious. Ladies, if you’ll excuse me.” She gestured to her companions, who hesitated before reluctantly dispersing.

To her surprise, it was from Linda. L: Hi. This is Linda Walsh. We met at the gala. I wanted to say thank you for setting me up with that gorgeous, sexy Jax. It was just what I needed. To be honest, and this is a little embarrassing, I was wondering if you could give me his number. Or give mine to him. I’m new to the city and could really use a simple outlet for sex. After James, I really don’t feel like hooking up at the hospital is a good idea. Sorry if I’m ranting and making you uncomfortable. Please feel free to tell me I’m crazy.

“How did you know it was us? We’re all wearing masks.” The masked woman chuckled softly, the sound ever so familiar to Kris. “I was watching the entrance of every guest on video. I like to keep an eye on the people I’ll be having around me.” She stretched out her hand. “You must be Linda Miller. The greatest fashion designer of Baltimore until recently.” Linda's nostrils flared as she shook the woman's hand. “Until recently? I assure you that I’m very much still the greatest.” Thalassa let out another soft chuckle, enjoying the carefully controlled agitation in Linda’s voice. “I bet you are.”

“Oh...No, I’m only really ever at work.” Linda has that suspicious smile on her face, as if she’s watching me lie right in front of her. I know she believes I go out at nights and drink like Raven does. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m either too exhausted, planning out my escape to Ren’s island, or the idea seems repulsive. Especially when Raven comes to work in the morning complaining about a headache and spending too long in the bathroom. “You know, I have had a few customers compliment you on your kindness, on your appearance,” Linda tells me, walking over to help me stack the chairs on the table. “I think you’re one of the favourites.”

To her surprise it was from Linda. L: Hi. This is Linda Walsh, we meet at the gala. I wanted to say thank you for setting me up with that gorgeous sexy Jax. It was just what I needed. To be honest, and this is a little embarrassing, I was wondering if you could give me his number. Or give mine to him. I’m new to the city and could really use a simple outlet for sex. After James I really don’t feel like hooking up at the hospital is a good idea. Sorry if I’m ranting and making you uncomfortable. Please feel free to tell me I’m crazy.