London Andrews Giantess Novels & Stories

I laughed, scanning the names again. “Simon Sawyer. Lionel Leslie. Patrick Paige. Miles Meadow. Julian Juniper…. And the girls, Nicola Noëlle. Zara Zoréna. Freya Faye.” I shook my head in delighted disbelief. “Your mother is a genius. I need to meet her. She's clearly operating on a different creative plane.” Andrew’s expression stayed neutral—almost bored. “Yeah. She's… something.” I caught the flat tone, the way his eyes slid away. Noted. Filed away. Didn’t push.

Observing Betty, Andrew couldn't help but compliment her, "You're in great shape. And, You deliver great service. It's a pity you chose to join showbiz." "Mr. Andrew, please don't make jokes," Betty blushed, acknowledging her appealing physique. Standing at 5 feet 6 inches tall, she possessed a well-shaped figure with a slender waist and long legs. Andrew, acknowledging her attractiveness, found himself taking more glances at Betty. He had a weakness for girls with ample chests and long legs, though Amanda was an exception due to her unique allure. Despite being thin and delicate, Amanda's stunning face and captivating eyes set her apart.

“It’s just clothes.” “So it is,” Andrew mused, but he smiled, nevertheless. “I suppose if we were limited to hot and scratchy wool socks or silk ones which tear easily, those ‘just clothes’ might seem quite extraordinary.” Uncrossing his arms over his chest, he nudged Peter beside him. “Come with me.” Sneaking off while the girls were distracted, Andrew and Peter purchased two pair of the miraculous nylon stockings for both Sarah and Evelyn at the sales counter for the astronomical price of a dollar and thirty-five cents per pair, which was far more expensive than silk.

Quinn said and Andrew sighed. He looked up once again and his eyes caught another girl who just walked out. Andrew couldn't stop staring at her. She wore skinny jeans and a black T-shirt that fits her body perfectly. Her hoodie was tied around her waist and her hair fell freely down her shoulders. Her dark sunglasses and black boots gave her the perfect badass look. Andrew couldn't stop looking at her and he knew the others were also looking at her. Although they couldn't see her face properly because of her glasses Andrew knew she was a beauty; her body screamed perfect.

Did they fuck? Goddammit, why am I even thinking about that? “I’ve read a lot about her, since you asked me to,” Andrew went on. “The name Gwen Sanders is kind of know. Not that loud in the media, but she's influential. I think it started just a few months ago. She and her baby company have been hitting all these milestones pretty fast. But I don’t know who’s backing it.” She’s seeing someone she said, huh? And it had to be Stefano fucking Sinclair.

He groaned in pain. And I immediately stood up from the bed.As he was not expecting me to push him. He glared at me. And I glared back at him. But a knock on the door startled me .Andrew stood from the floor his hairs were messy ,his shirt all frizzy. Over all, he looked handsome. Only if he was good from heart as well.I went towards the door. And stood little behind him. He opened it and from my view I saw a beautiful girl of my age standing there with lots of shopping bags.I observed her she was wearing a decent knee-length dress and on that she was wearing apron. She might be two to three inches shorter than me. Her hair were black and placed in a neat clean ponytail. Her eyes were black

Andrew winked at Kate, saying, “Nice catch, Kate.” Kate blushed, but Carlos said back, “I’m equally lucky to have Kate.” “Since I have you now, right in front of me, I am going to take advantage of the situation,” Andrew said, leaning back in his seat. “When you win Wimbledon, I want a full exclusive interview.” Carlos fell bemused. It was then when Kate explained, “Andrew is the CEO of KNW Lifestyle Media in the UK.” “Oh,” Carlos smiled. He turned to Kenzie, who was still throwing daggers at him. He replied, “Sure, an exclusive might appease Kenzie.”

Maisie licked her lips and realized something. She immediately sat up and straddled Andrew. She then leaned forward and playfully pinched his cheek. She laid on him and carefully examined his eyes. Andrew was taken aback by Maisie's sudden action. "Andrew …" "Yes?" He asked in bewilderment. "Your face gives you the potential to be a scumbag. Look at how many women adore you—Judy was even willing to be your mistress. "I think if you weren't so wealthy, there would definitely be a bunch of sugar mommies, competing to spend their money on you."

"Amara. My name is Amara." Andrew was invited by one of his friends an overnight getaway. They were his powerful connections that helped in his political career. And because he owes them, he needs to come whenever they call. Just like now, The current owner of the biggest food company in the country invited him to enjoy some lady's company. In front of them are six beautiful young women. All of which looks not more than twenty-six. They all have beauties of their own, but one of them caught his attention. "I want her, the one on the red dress." Andrew pointed to the beautiful woman in red dress. There's something about her that makes his heart beats so fast.

Her superior. As he peered at them, Santiago remained bewildered, and Miranda could feel Andrew's knuckles tense as he stared at Santiago. "You must keep your gaze away from my lady. I won't let you stare lustfully at my property just because you're one of my business partners. Is it clear what I'm trying to say?" Andrew's tone was firm enough for Santiago to comprehend. He'd made a serious error by gazing at Andrew's woman, but wasn't she his personal assistant? He frowned; he had liked her the first time he saw her because she appeared innocent, and her eyes could bring any guy to his knees, but what does she have to make Andrew defend her so much?! Andrew had been spotted with tens of tho