Lizzy X Petunia Novels & Stories

Liz and her companion—a slender brunette dripping in diamonds—had just walked into the adjacent shoe section, completely unaware that the velvet curtain wasn't fully drawn. I reached into my bag, my fingers pulling out my phone. Carefully, I opened the camera module, and angled the lens through the narrow gap between two silk gowns. The digital frame locked directly onto Liz’s face as she picked up a pointed-toe mule. “...Honestly, I’m still furious with Vivian,” Liz’s voice drifted over the top of the rack, dripping with disdain. “Since when did she start allowing riffraff into the inner circle? I can’t fathom what she’s thinking, even contemplating nominating Elena for the charity committe

I agreed. “My kinda girl,” I said. She looked at me, surprised that I agreed. “I knew I liked you,” she smiled and I wrapped my arms around her as she leaned in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around me and I held her for a moment just taking in the moment. “How can we do that?” Poppie said sitting up and wiping away tears that had fallen down her cheeks. “Well, I found out that in order to hurt sadistic rich people, you have to know how to hurt them,”

He threatened Lizzie. Lizzie, knowing fully well that there was no way on earth she would suck his 6 inches dick and not get any saliva on his trousers accepted her fate and said wearily to Mr. Hill, “What else do you want from me? What else can I offer you that millions of girl’s at Papaya’s couldn’t?”

Lizzy quickly shifted the mood, eager to avoid any scolding for her earlier actions. "Hi, I'm Lizzy, his fiancée," she said with a mischievous grin, locking eyes with Cara. "So, I guess that makes you my maid of honor, right?" She maintained her playful, naughty demeanor as she spoke, clearly enjoying the surprise she’d just caused. Vince, still flustered, managed to explain in a rush. “No, Cara, she’s my sister,” he said, glancing back at Lizzy, who was still acting as though she hadn’t just caused a small scandal.